INVICTUS
Out of the night covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods maybe
For my unconquerable soul.
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods maybe
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeoning of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeoning of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and fears
Looms but the horror of shade,
and yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
Looms but the horror of shade,
and yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
It matter not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishment the scroll.
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul
How charged with punishment the scroll.
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul
William Ernest Henley
Am so in love with the last two lines " i am the master of my fate, i am the captain of my soul"
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