I look back over my shoulder,
And there I see
The boy I was
And the man he meant to be.

And I wonder how it happened
That the boy I see,
Became the man I now am—
Not the man he meant to be.

I remember him well—the boy I once was;
I remember the man he dreamed I would be.
Now the dreams are forgotten by the boy and me—
For I’m not the man he dreamed I would be.