Looking down that road you've traveled upon,
Never being able to see the crossroads until they're long gone.
Then one day you wake to see you've crossed so many,
Seeing that you've took the wrong ones, not really gaining any.
Is it too late, or can you right a few wrongs?
Knowing honestly, that you may not have long.
Hoping, praying, wishing they all know and understand,
You've done your best just trying to make a stand!