"we shall overcome some day"
let the black clouds gather
shroud and smother
but surely will come out
silver or golden
shaft and the cherished ray.
Dented hard yet not broken heart
sinks but rebounds fast...
this sailor will not drown
at the tempest's frown
the eyes look at the farthest shore
harder efforts attempt more
buffet ahead on wavy floor.
Fie on shy, timid deaths
blemished last grasping breaths!
Bold life fights on
when duty calls upon
not only for prized crown!
