now I've found a little time

to take a look back

from the caboose

and follow the tracks of my life

they're tangled about lying true

and I know it's just me

and my point of view

but those are the

important two

I don't need to check with the crowd



wouldn't it be nice to be proud



a door was open

and into the night

I jumped through

and turned on the light

I started to see

thought it wasn't that bright

I saw a island sky

but it wasn't all blue

my answers weren't right

but I didn't wanna lose

so I'd put up a fight

and scream out loud



wouldn't it be nice to be proud



and when it all is clear

your time to repair disappears

taking with it chances left untried



I see my friend

huddled together

tryin to stay warm

in nasty weather

we'd beat the odds

whenever they'd call

and all the jokes

I played on my friends

never did get

me in the end

I guess I was

given more than allowed



wouldn't it be nice to be proud


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