Would things have really been so different
Would the world really have been so shaken
If when I were a much younger man
I had chosen the road not taken
Would the world really have been so shaken
If when I were a much younger man
I had chosen the road not taken
Would the days have been any the brighter
Or the nights darker than they are
Would I still have lived in such obscurity
Or shined brighter than any star
Or the nights darker than they are
Would I still have lived in such obscurity
Or shined brighter than any star
It does little good to wonder
Of things that might have been
For who, and what I have become
I must live with in the end
Of things that might have been
For who, and what I have become
I must live with in the end
Though life could have been much better
All in all I do not feel forsaken
I count the blessings that I have
And cry not of the road not taken.
All in all I do not feel forsaken
I count the blessings that I have
And cry not of the road not taken.
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