The test isn’t written, it isn’t in a school
But it shows who is wise and who is a fool
It doesn’t end with a finish line, no crown for being “cool”.
Hard times come to all, no matter the time,
The race, color, language or clime.
To those worth a million or only a dime.
Ailments to the healthy and the strong,
Death of a loved one, too early they’re gone,
The night is dark, but we’re promised a dawn
It comes down to a decision, where our thoughts dwell,
We choose our destination daily, heaven or hell,
To just simply endure, or to endure it well.
