The Gift Lyrics

The Gift

Many years ago, while going through a struggle with disillusionment and self- doubt, a friend of mine, the Rainmaker, came to me and told me of a time when he was facing the very same dilemma. During his travels he ran into a very old man who claimed to be King of the Gypsies. When the old man heard of Rainmaker’s problem, he told him that he had a gift for him. The gift the old Gypsy King had for him was a saying. This saying affected my friend so much, that he passed it on to me. I, in turn, will now pass it on to you. It goes something like this. . .. .
“The credit does not belong to the critic, but to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred with dust, sweat, and blood, and who at best, actually feels the triumph of high achievement, and who at worst, in the end if he fails, fails with daring greatness and will never take his place with those cold and timid souls who will never know neither victory nor defeat.”