| Mist my failing fortune may I rise and overcome My heart is ill, my temper still, and what of my will My will, What will, a thing so small and bleak, No man could ever find, nor try to seek, a will so tiny and weak No mind, I will overcome, this adversity at my feet My will is gone, so Shirley I should shriek No way anyone could over come without a will to speak? But yes I can, for in the past I’ve overcame with sass And here again I can too come back Back from my lowest low Break free from monsters evil charm, holding no will I break the tides of frustration and cox myself into new rotation A way of being, and time of dream, the embers burn my very seems I will, I will not give in or up, I will forth with not give up I’ve been beaten down but not beaten in, I hold no true sin Amongst perils we all face, I choose to holdout in modest pace Amongst my favoured times shall come, when good men try to over come No fact, nor victor is yet set, but there will be no great regret I was, I am, I would not go, from the thing that beat my very soul. |