WHEN YOU ARE LOST
WHEN YOU ARE LOST
When you're lost in the wild
and you're scared as a child
And death looks at you bang
in the eye
And you're sore as a boil.
It's according to Hoyle
To cock up your revolver
- and die.
But the code of man says
'Fight all you can'
And self dissolution is barred
In hunger and woe, oh,
it's easy to blow
It's a hell served for breakfast
that's hard.
You've had a raw deal,
I know, but don't squeal
Buck up, do your damndest,
and fight
It's the plugging away
that'll win you the day
So don't be a piker, old pard
Just draw out your grit,
it's easy to quit
It's 'keeping your chin up'
that's hard.
It's easy to cry that you're
beaten, and die
It's easy to crawfish and crawl
But to fight, and to fight
when Hope is out of sight
Why, that's the best game
of them all.
And though you come out,
of each grueling bout
All broken, and beaten and scarred
Just have one more try,
it's dead easy to die
It's 'the keeping on living'
that's hard.
(Author Unknown)