Lately I've been thinking about how unlucky I am, How sad this all is, how bad this all is, All I have been doing is constantly complaining, But as I think harder, look deeper, Look at my achievements, my awards, I realize, I did well in the past, And I will just have to make those memories last. As I sit in my room and cry, All I am doing is let the happy memories die, Not the memory of sport and pain, Not the memory of my love for the game, But the memory of what I was told, The memory I let go and did not keep hold, What I was told that sad, sad day, The memory I let fade away, Now that I remember what I was told, I think, why am I complaining, It is like the sun being out while it is raining, Now, I am thankful, Not ungrateful, I appreciate, Not hate, My life, my path, my fate.