How many thoughts we've just cast aside
How many dreams we've left to die on the vine
To watch the things you gave your life to broken and unrealized
And to hear the sounds that you thought to be true, twisted and out of tune
You must force your heart and nerve and sinew to serve you long after they are gone
And to hold on when there is nothing in you except for your will saying "hold on"!
If all you control is the love that you share and how you fill each unmerciful hour
Then when you meet with loss or triumph or shame….. treat those impostors the same