Signs, signs, which way to go?
My busy, mind, it barely slows.
The time it sure passes
as I grow old,
which direction to go is truly
unknown.
Try, try, is all I can do,
the ventures I take
will sometimes be new.
Some goals are set
but standards are high,
will I reach them all before I die?
Believe, believe, is what they say,
I will get there soon they say, someday.
A strong faith in him is all I need.
The will and the power,
he grants me to succeed.
PRSN