The path

When the evening birds were bidding farewell
When the sun was setting in your sky 
You realized 
The path you chose wasn't the right one

You look back with longing for one more chance
But it is too late at the end of the day

Somewhere you hear a voice
May be it was from a place deep inside you

And it says:
it is good that you have realized that
Because I have seen many
Who fell asleep at the end of their roads
With a dream of paradise that never existed