In those days of woe with head hung low In those moments of regret, When your actions lose momentum And your heart begins to fret. When the best of plans do not work out When your mountain seems too steep And tractions lost in everything And losing makes you weep.
Hard grafting wears your bones too thin Your tomorrows fade to mist, The splendour of your recent past Despatched to moments missed. Frustration that the rainbow plans Have dwindled in the rain, That your brilliant expectations Have expired to things mundane.
Your stature has diminished In the eyes of those you love, Your capableness stultified By the pointing velvet glove. Self confidence is wilted now Belief within less sure, Potentialities diminishing With every shrunken score.
Dark sombre thoughts receeding Blue corners fade to gold, Discontentment ****** asunder As new amber dreams unfold. The towering unhappiness Diffuses to the air And spirals of positivity Emerge from here and there.
The path beyond the shadowed lane Is there for you to tread, Gird your soul for chance my friend Discard the shoes of lead. There must be dreams to savour There must be goals to meet, So launch your bold tomorrows And delight in unknowns sweet.
Youβre sailing in fair breezes now The silver waters flow, Warm sunshine on your shoulders Rich contentmentβs fine red glow. For there must be dreams to savour To hold within your heart, To engage the thrill of living And make each day a joy to start.