Life is what I make of it,
I laugh, it laughs with me
I cry, it sheds the tears for me.
and how strange,
I still blame it on my luck.

Three little words make my life,
“I love you” brightens my day,
“I hate you” kills the sunshine.
I choose the words,
and how strange,
I still blame it on my luck.

Help and pride rules my day,
helping lightens my heart,
pride increases my tension.
I choose the day’s rule,
and how strange,
I still blame it on my luck.

Knowledge and ignorance
makes my living,
knowledge earns my living,
ignorance ruins my life,
I choose my livelihood,
and how strange,
I still blame it on my luck.

Hope and despair
makes the fragrance around,
hope blooms the strength,
despair kills the fragrance.
I choose my perfume,
and how strange,
I still blame it on my luck.

Success and failure, leads my way,
success is sweet,
it raises stepping stones ahead,
failure though hard,
provides another foundation stone.
I choose my vision,
and how strange,
I’ve never tried to change my attitude.