"I like kids.
They are short highly emotional people who dont know anything.
They have to rely on their imagination and creativity to get by in this world.
A world, I might add, filled with giants."
No written word, no spoken plea can teach our youth what they should be.
Nor all the books on all the shelves, it's what the teachers are themselves (anon.).
Sometimes I think the Fates must Grin as we denounce and insist The only reason we can’t win Is the Fates themselves that miss
Yet there lives on an ancient claim We win or lose within ourselves The shining trophies on our shelves Can never win tomorrow’s game You and I know deeper down There’s always a chance to win the crown
But when we fail to give our best We simply haven’t met the test Of giving all, and saving none Until the game is really won
Of showing what is meant by grit Of fighting on when others quit Of playing through, not letting up It’s bearing down that wins the cup Of taking it and taking more Until we gain the winning score
Of dreaming there’s a goal ahead Of hoping when our dreams are dead Of praying when our hopes have fled Yet losing, not afraid to fall If bravely, we have given all
For who can ask more of a man Than giving all within his span Giving all, it seems to me Is not so far from victory
And so the Fates are seldom wrong No matter how they twist and wind It is you and I who make our fates We open up or close the gates On the road ahead or the road behind.