All steps grow thorns and thistles
Boulders lie hidden from the walking eyes;
Some throw them out with ease
While some fall down and writhe with cries.

Life is a testing trial by fire
Everybody must stride out of fear and tear;
Some see black in blues and reds
While some go green and grin far and near.

When the going gets tough,
The tough get going through the strife;
Let's keep striving and striding,
While chanting the enchanting song of life.