Getting up after the fall,
Standing again and accepting the call.
Giving it the proverbial 'college try'
Burning the midnight oil and remembering his 'why'…
Standing in the batter's box again after strike three
Readying himself for another at-bat, standing in the box confidently…
Picking himself up off the canvas after the big left hook
Shaking the cobwebs and learning from the hit he just took
Getting back into the saddle after the bump and fall
Now, sitting strongly in the stirrup and riding tall___
A trying man can never lose.
Sometimes, and quite possibly many times, he may hear the blues.
A trying man in public is a crying man in private.
He works and tries; he contemplates and cries in quiet.
A trying man is willing to give it another go.
He still stands and smiles after receiving his one thousandth 'NO.'
But lose, he just cannot.
Because he always aims for his best shot
In the end, a trying man can do nothing but win.
In the beginning and throughout, he never looked outside because he always looked within.
At the beginning it is slow
Speeding up
Like the fastest fighter jet ever
Faster
Faster
Screaming
Twisting Turning
Flying Soaring
Endless ups and downs
Anticipation of an end
Finally the ends has come
Why don’t we give it another go
it is just my way...the lightning and thunder
it keeps you on your toes and running for cover
would you want it to be any other way?
this roller coaster ride takes another go
it's the pull of the ocean and the deep riptides
it is bigger than life--but black and white
sometimes it's a cd that starts to skip
a surface scratch in the smooth vinyl
that wipes clean with a soft cloth
tomorrow we're strolling down another path
burying the pain and the aftermath
starting over...another new page
that's how it works, that's how we play it
watching it fly past with another go
sometimes it's crazy but always amazing
as we pick the parts that we are saving
I don't know if we can keep on going
as I watch from a shadow in the afterglow
tenacity and grace give it another go