Try your hardest, just to fail
Try to straighten each bent nail
Is it the wood or nail that’s wrong?
Or has it been you, all along?
Perhaps the things you thought could be
Are nothing more than fantasy
Maybe the things you chase aren’t real
At least, that’s how the rest all feel
It is not easy, doing this
Taking shots you know might miss
But when you have a soul behind
You’ll walk this road, even if blind
Your purpose is your only cause
And if doubt makes you stop, or pause
Remember what brought you to here
That there is nothing left to fear
How the World Should Work 