There's Nothing I Can'T Today

It's true my days are dreary nights And the ways are full of thorns, I have to go through silent fights In each silvery morn. I have to deal with unnoticed tears And sheer hatred and taunts, And weird feelings of baffling Sphere Don't go the way I want. And vague mirages of eerie past Like wraiths so foul and vile, Ruin my flowers with grimy dust And haunt my pleasant whiles. But still amidst this savage game, Though high my burning pain; This life shall never lose its flame And nay, it shan't complain. For hurdles dwell in every sight, O nothing is eternal fine; And thousands even are spending nights With aches sharper than mine. And what's the use of weeping When the sun has set in the west? While squillion stars are waiting To brighten again the breast? So, though this life is fleeting And yesterday was grey, Here's my heart still beating There's nothing I can't today!