We lead out our days in monotonous ways
The humdrum of work and of sleep.
Time slips along, no thrill in the song
Not even a reason to weep.
And then like a flash there comes a crash,
We’re stunned by the buffet Fate gives,
In the blackness and blur we feel the soul stir
And that is the moment one lives.
When disaster beats around the true men are found
And cowards are marked with a brand.
They whimper and whine: they cringe and repine
At the whip-lash Fate holds in her hand.
The brave men fight on through chasms may yawn
And midnight’s unlit by a star.
How you face defeat in the crises you meet
That measures the man that you are.
All through the years there are smiles and tears,
But they in the end are the same.
One moment of life in the midst of the strife
Is worth ages of watching the game.
With dismay in your heart, if you still played your part,
Though bloody and beaten and sore;
If your soul flamed white in the hopeless fight,
The world will ask for no more.