invictus by william ernest henley
out of night that covers me
black as the pit from pole to pole
i thank whatever gods may be
for my unconquerable soul
in the fell clutch of circumstance
i have not winced nor cried aloud
and at the bludgeonings of chance my head
is bloody but unbowed
beyond this place of wrath and tears
looms but the horror of the shade
and yet the menace of the years finds
and shall find me unafraid it
matters not
how strait the gate how charged with
punishments
the scroll i am the master of my life
i am the captain of my soul
you
