Getting through the day can be a challenge,

And often is an uphill struggle.

So I sometimes wonder why I go on each day,

And never find the answer to this puzzle.

 

Too oft life does not go my way

And seems to me to be unfair,

And it is when I hold my hopes up highest

That they crash down into despair.

 

This world that can be cruel and strange

But I must lead this given life

And I must my hardest in it

Though each hour is filled with strife.

 

So I must not dwell in misery.

I must be brave and strong.

And as there is a world out there each day

I must forever carry on.