When nothing in life seems to be working out
And upon the dreary desert sands of failure, feet drag on
When spirit is crestfallen, crushed by harsh circumstances
While the duel with destiny finds no end;
Then, remember poet William Ernest Henley
And his invigorating clarion cry -
Invictus! Don’t forget who you are
Rise up, aim for the stars!
Say: “I’m the master of my fate, I’m
the captain of my soul.
Forces stacked up bludgeon me, but will not keep me down.”
Hark! O hear! Fighter, marshal your strength
Try and gather that last bit of courage
From the debacle ashes, can you rise up like Phoenix?
Holding your head high, won’t you show the world your mettle?
For when all is said and done and tales are told
They’ll remember you as one who forever stood his ground;
Singing a paen in your honor,
They’d say this, over and over:
“Strong, brave, invictus, unvanquished!
He was our hero, may all glory be his!”
Inspired by William Ernest Henley’s Invictus