New Roman" size=4>out of the 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 cloutch of circumstance
i have not winced nor cried aloud,
under 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.
i am the master of my fate:
i am the captain of my soul.
i start with like night ,
accompany with freedom and alone,
i want tommorrow is fine day
i cannot improve the past but i can improve the future ,
when time is wasted, life is wasted!
