This is your life, the hand you've been dealt, dance the dance live it well. They'll always be others less fortunate than you, who've walked into fires you've never been through. Yet still find hope in the darkest of days, taking time to celebrate. Counting their blessings one by one, knowing when the day is done. Tomorrow will be here soon enough, it's course may be rocky the road may be rough. You may not hold the ace of spades, and things you dream of might seem far away. Nothing is ever out of your grasp, faith can move mountains erasing the past.