Invictus.

Out of the night that covers me,

          black as the pit from pole to pole

I thank whatever gods may be

   for my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance

      I have not winced nor cried aloud.

Under the bludgeonings of chance

   my head is bloody but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears

     looms but the horror of the shade.

And yet the menace of the tears

     finds, and shall find, me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,

      how charged with punishments the    scroll.

  I am the master of my fate:

  I am the captain of my soul.

- For those who never give up... L, Jase, C.B, N, T, me.