It seems every time I get my feet off the ground
Along comes something and I get shot down
Whatever I try To accomplish or master
Turns into another true disaster
But,Theres no way I could ever fail
If I didn’t try,even if its to no avail
This old world just keeps on knocking me down
I constantly pick myself up off the ground 
One day one of us has to give in
Giving the other at least one chance to win
Setback after setback, I will always try
Until the very last breath and I die
Its said that you can’t keep a good man down
So, me and this old world will keep going round and round