I always thank God for the blessings of a few other things
I polish my dreams each day I wake
Failure will not keep me grounded; I will break out from this ring
I won’t let myself down, my future is at stake

My gold is beneath my reach; better make use of that spade
For a while I am haunted by my past but I focus on the present state
I will catch up; it doesn’t matter if I am late
Whatever I recover now was worth the wait

It is now that I celebrate for keeping my priorities straight
Today I begin to reap
I am grateful for never falling each time I would leap
And all those problems that were heap after heap
Are like a fictitious story on everybody’s lips