I have been stabbed with a knife With scissors by my ex-wife
I've been beaten bloody Dirty shitty and muddy
I've been jilted and cheated upon Kept awake for many a dawn
Tortured and then thrown in a pit But never tempted to say "I quit"
It is discipline of the mind The world is going to be unkind
I know it isn't easy for some When all thoughts are dreary and glum
But you and only you define Your future is yours to design