It is not the pain we suffer in life
But how we stand up to that painful strife,
What we do upon being beaten down,
Not moaning shattered upon the hard ground.
Get up, stand up, and face that coming pain.
How does the suffering not cause despair,
Even when alone with no one to share,
Can you not become weak and despondent
With all of life’s trials constantly sent?
Don’t wait, stand straight, and face the coming pain.
Then when that next blow comes crushing once more,
And you lay battered of soul on the floor,
There’ll be no question of what you’re to do
Just turn toward it and then you face it too