These words have soothed and molded
how my thoughts take shape and form
thus leading to action that is conseqently born
into a world that is wide with open arms
or shuns in varying shouldered degrees
I've learned to trust in what they reveal
closer yet to something in which to believe..
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be,
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced or cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance,
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
how charged with punishment the scroll
I am the master of my fate
I am the captaain of my soul.
