I have to live with myself, and so

1 want to be for myself to know.

I want to be able, as days go by,

Always to look myself straight in the eye.

1 don’t want to stand, with the setting sun,

And hate myself for the things I’ve done.

I want to go out with my head erect,

I want to deserve all men’s respect.

For here in the struggle for fame and self

I want to be able to like myself.

I don’t want to look at myself and

know I’m bluster, a bluff

and an empty show.

I never can hide myself from ME;

I see what others may never see.

I know what others may never know,

I never can fool myself, and so,

Whatever happens, I want to be

Self-respecting and conscience-free.