Though troubles abound
I hold myself in the mindset of cheer
For I can complain and give in to fear
Or safeguard my heart with faith and good cheer
Hang my chin in a forlorn stance or carry my head high ever ready to dance
For focus I may on the troubles at hand or master my sorrow and play my own hand


After night will come day as the old adage says
Time will roll on from one to the next phase
So it is said and so I believe
That victory is sure once...