Silent Fighter

I fight a battle every day
Against worry and fear;
Some foe stands always in my way,
The path ahead is obscure
I must fight on
Against the doubts that skulk along;
I get ahead by fighting hard,
Fighting keeps my spirit strong,

But hope keeps me alive.

I hear the croakings of Despair,
The dark sentiments of the weak;
I find myself pursued by Care,
No matter what the end I seek;
My victories are small and few,
It matters not how hard I strive;
Each day the fight begins anew,
But fighting keeps my hopes alive.

My dreams are spoiled by circumstance,
My plans are wrecked by Fate or Luck;
Some hour, perhaps, will bring my chance,
But that great hour has never struck;
My progress has been slow and hard,
I’ve had to climb and crawl and swim,
Fighting for every stubborn yard,
But I have kept in fighting trim.

I have to fight my doubts away,
And be on guard against my fears;
The feeble croaking of Dismay
Has been familiar through the years;
My dearest plans stalled,
Events combine to thwart my will,
But fighting keeps my spirit strong,

I shall fight on, I shall reign.
I am a Victor!