This is Sunday, and the question arises, what'll I start tomorrow?
Life is queer with its twists and turns, As everyone of us sometimes learns, And many a failure turns about, When he might have won had he stuck it out, Don't give up though the race seems slow, You may succeed with another blow, Success is failure turned inside out, The silver tint of the clouds of doubt, And be near when it seems so far, So stick to the fight when you're hardest hit, It's when things seem worse, That you must not quit.
It takes a little courage, and a little self -- control. And some grim determination, If you want to reach the goal. It takes a deal of striving, and a firm and stern-set chin. No matter what the battle, If you really want to win. There's no easy path to glory, There's no road to fame. Life, however we may view it, Is no simple parlor game; But it's prizes call for fighting, For endurance and for grit; For a rugged disposition and don't know when to quit.