You've Got To Define Yourself In Life's Fire Poem by Mark Heathcote

You've got to trust that all will be well again
Come the morning when a drunk hasn't drown
You've got to trust that all will be well again
Come the next night in sobriety, he'll be spellbound.

You've got to walk your highway straight
When it turns off course and breaks your heart
You've got to walk your highway-straight
Turn your back on what others say with one escort...

You've got to stand tall and never feel small
Take pride in how you've faired and kept faith
You've got to stand tall and never fall
Whatever gales blew, you've remained unscathed.

You've got to define yourself in life's fire
Pick yourself up and climb by infinite ladders.
You've got to define yourself in life's fire
It's a baptism in a den of thieves and murderers.

And yet, till now, you have somehow survived
Not to say you haven't suffered or cried.