Wednesday, August 31, 2005
Many nights we prayed,
with no proof anyone could hear
In our hearts a hopeful song,
we barely understood
Now we are not afraid,
although we know there's much to fear
We were moving mountains long
before we knew we could
There can be miracles,
when you believe
Though hope is frail,
it's hard to kill
Who knows what miracles,
you can achieve,
When you believe,
somehow you will
You will when you believe
In this time of fear,
when prayer so often proves in vain
Hope seems like the summer birds,
too swiftly flown away
Yet now I'm standing here,
my heart so full I can't explain
Seeking faith and speaking words,
I'd never thought I'd say
There can be miracles,
when you believe
Though hope is frail,
it's hard to kill
Who knows what miracles,
you can achieve
When you believe,
somehow you will
You will when you believe
They don't always happen when you ask
And it's easy to give in to your fear
But when you're blinded by your pain
Can't see your way safe through the rain
A small but still resilient voice
Says help is very near
There can be miracles
When you believe
Though hope is frail
It's hard to kill
Who knows what miracles
You can achieve
When you believe
Somehow you will
You will when you believe
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream and not make dreams your master;
If you can think and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same.
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools
And watch the things you gave your life to; broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn out tools.
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss.
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew,
To serve your turnlong after they are gone;
And so hold on, when there is nothing in you,
Except the will which says to them, "Hold On!"
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And which is more: You'll be a Man, my son!
So many things I need to do... yet so many of these things I cannot do...
with no proof anyone could hear
In our hearts a hopeful song,
we barely understood
Now we are not afraid,
although we know there's much to fear
We were moving mountains long
before we knew we could
There can be miracles,
when you believe
Though hope is frail,
it's hard to kill
Who knows what miracles,
you can achieve,
When you believe,
somehow you will
You will when you believe
In this time of fear,
when prayer so often proves in vain
Hope seems like the summer birds,
too swiftly flown away
Yet now I'm standing here,
my heart so full I can't explain
Seeking faith and speaking words,
I'd never thought I'd say
There can be miracles,
when you believe
Though hope is frail,
it's hard to kill
Who knows what miracles,
you can achieve
When you believe,
somehow you will
You will when you believe
They don't always happen when you ask
And it's easy to give in to your fear
But when you're blinded by your pain
Can't see your way safe through the rain
A small but still resilient voice
Says help is very near
There can be miracles
When you believe
Though hope is frail
It's hard to kill
Who knows what miracles
You can achieve
When you believe
Somehow you will
You will when you believe
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream and not make dreams your master;
If you can think and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same.
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools
And watch the things you gave your life to; broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn out tools.
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss.
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew,
To serve your turnlong after they are gone;
And so hold on, when there is nothing in you,
Except the will which says to them, "Hold On!"
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And which is more: You'll be a Man, my son!
So many things I need to do... yet so many of these things I cannot do...
