Go

Whatever I do, it will be OK
Seriously, it really really will
The sky may be (it is) completely gray
Injected with a fell unfriendly chill
The world make look as bleak as bleak can be
I may not want to put a toe outside
Or let the outside come inside to me
In fact I may prefer to run and hide
While stormclouds gather threatening above
But I am sure no matter what occurs
That I between my self, my luck, and love
Will be OK. And that's the thought that stirs
My heart to act, instead of merely waiting:
If it's OK, why bother hesitating?