FROZEN THOUGHTS
Sometimes I just feel like, quittin I still might
Why do I put up this fight, why do I still write
Sometimes it's hard enough just dealin with real life
to just stand up, and travel new grounds
really just take matters into our own hands
We gotta live it to feel it, you didn't you wouldn't get it
I don't want pity from no one, this is no fun
Just for the years
Just for the laughter, Just for the tears,
Let's seize the moment try to freeze it and own it,
squeeze it and hold it
Cause we consider these minutes golden
And maybe they'll admit it when we're gone
Just let our spirits live on, through our performance
Where ever tomorrow the good Lord may take us away...
"It is not the critic who counts;
not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles,
or where the doer of deeds could have done them better.
The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena,
whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood;
who strives valiantly; who errs,
and comes short again and again,
because there is no effort without error and shortcoming;
but who does actually strive to do the deeds;
who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions;
who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best
knows in the end the triumph of high achievement,
and who at the worst, if he fails,
at least fails while daring greatly,
so that his place shall never be with those cold
and timid souls who know neither victory nor defeat."
