I fight a battle every day
Against discouragement and fear;
Some foe stands always in my way
The path ahead is never clear!
I must forever be on guard
Against the doubts that skulk along;
I get ahead by fighting hard,
But fighting keeps my spirit strong
I hear the croaking of despair,
The dark predictions 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 keep going wrong,
Events combine to thwart my will:
But fighting keeps my spirit strong,
And I am undefeated still!