Day after day, it’s all the more in ready evidence

That some things are a matter of simple Providence

Among these are matters gained by inheritance

Like never realizing the fullness of my impertinence

But, instead insisting that I have a ghost of a chance

In making dreams real in life and even in romance

As long as the music plays, there is hope she’ll dance

And if not there might yet be some other circumstance

That will bring to my life more than cold mockery

As I tickle the ivories and sing out in tune to the key

It’s the song of life, I hear it and know it full well

Full of relevance and easy on the heart to fore tell

That it takes a night of darkness to reach morning’s light

It just takes faith and hope to believe and hold on tight