I fight a battle every day
Against discouragement
and
fear;
Some foe stands always in
my
way,
The path ahead is never
clear!
I must forever be on guard
Against the doubts that
skulk
along;
I get ahead by fighting
hard,
But fighting keeps my
spirit
strong.
I hear the croakings of
Despair,
The dark predictions of the
weak;
I find myself pursued by
Care,
No matter what the end I
seek;
My victories are small and
few,
It matters not how hard I
strive;
Each day the fight begins
anew,
But fighting keeps my
hopes
alive.
My dreams are spoiled by
circumstance,
My plans are wrecked by
Fate or
Luck;
Some hour, perhaps, will
bring
my chance,
But that great hour
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