I fight a battle every day
Against discouragement and fear
Some foe stands always in my way
The path ahead is never clear!

I must forever be on guard
Against the doubts that skulk along
I get ahead by fighting hard
But fighting keeps my spirit strong

I hear the croakings of Despair
The dar predictions of the weak
I find myself prusued by care
No matter what the end I seek
My virctories are small and few
It matters not how hard I strive
Each day the fightbegins anew
But fighting keeps my hopes alive

My dreams are spoiled by circumstance
My plans are wrecked by Fate or Luck
some hour perhaps will bring my chance
but that great hour has never struck
My progress as been slow and hard
Ive had to climb and crawl and swim
Fighting for every stubborn yard
But I have kept in fighting trim.

I have to fight my doubts away
And be on guard against my fears
The feeble croaking of dismay
Has ben familar threw the years
My dearest plans keep going wrong
Events combine to thwart my will
But fighting keeps my spirit strong
And I am undefeated still!

--S.E. Kiser