how many dreams have lost,their way, before they came to us? how many plans  were derailed, before getting back on track? how many good and fine thoughts inside, were choked by the slaying  hands of doubt, and this is not the right time, or I'm  to young or old?  now we must breathe new life  into old dreams plans hopes, and brush away the the cobwebs of doubt and fear, with determined  marching feet and heart, move on, victory awaits