When Self-Pity Dies

In every country and city There are those who dwell in self-pity, Wailing and moaning, railing and groaning, And hoping that someone sees Their senseless miseries. I tell them, Step off from the sad and the bad, Step back from the sunken gloom; Let nothing defeat your dream, You're better than you seem. Give Joy a chance to dance, Give Love a new romance, But mostly give to you The strength to see things through. Don't depend on another, Be your own great big brother; Stand up, stand unafraid, And you will make the grade. For when self-pity dies Self-enjoyment flies.