There're so many ways I can go through in my life
They all seem so easy to pass by
They all so clean and pure
That it seems so tempting sometimes
But should I choose going through one of them?

I'm sitting and staring at the wall
Then lying on my bed and staring at the ceiling
I'm wondering what to do with my life
Where should I go?
What should I do?
Which way to choose?
Are there other special ways?
Or just the simple ways of life?

I hope there're more ways
'Cause I'm longing for something unique
Although the ways in front of me seem comfortable
I'm not sure that's what I should do with my life
Guess I'm looking for an unordinary way

There's acually one way in front of me
Which looks so different from the others
This way seems very complicated to pass by
It's full of dust, rocks & trees
And I can barely see the end of it
But still there's a little spark of gold
Smiling at me from behind the trees
Telling me to come

And I'm sure that behind all that mess in front of me
There's this beautiful way that shines in gold color
With blue sky above, green mountains and rivers flow
A way that looks exaclly like heaven

So although this way is harder to bear
I'm longing to follow it
'Cause I know that if I'll be strong and full of willing
I can reach the light and touch the stars
I'll make it on my own unordinary way

So I've decided to follow the special way
Which less travelled by
'Cause in life there's no right or wrong way
There's just a chosen way
The way you feel it's good for you
The way you prefer to go through
The way you choose

So although this way is harder to bear
I'm longing to follow it
'Cause I know that if I'll be strong and full of willing
I can reach the light and touch the stars
I'll make it on my own unordinary way