When you sleep with sorrow,

and wake to happiness.

And wake to foes,

when you sleep with friends.

When the tables have turned,

and your decks been shuffled,

and the smiles on their faces,

Inverted with awe.

Then success has come,

And success is yours.

When you are hopeless

Ruined by the road side

And drenched in sweat

And nobody will look by

You scream for help

But only in your mind

And you're filled with sorrow

But soothed with pride

Know that success will come

And it will be yours

When success has come

And you lavish in it

And you drive past one

Who has been ravished from it

And you remember your brakes

And you offer a lift

In him you see yourself

You help him to success

So that if you fall in your sleep

He will wake you to your feet

Now success is yours

And forever will be