Fortune Favors the Bold
Listen, listen, do you hear?
The whistle of the wind is close, it holds the things of yesteryear
Can you remember? Think it so
All it takes is a few rakes and leaves that change in autumns row
Orange and red, lest we forget
For all things change, it’s true, and yet
We will hold these leaves today
We’ll look at them, as they turn gray
We’ll miss the colors that they cast
On times since gone, that now have past
Remembering what things we did
Who we knew, the bets we bid
Yes this is it – this life we live
We find and gain, and then we give
The play is written, acts are told
And fortune favors, to the bold
How the World Should Work 