Smith of Fortune

When one door shuts – another way opens
Not always clear in depths of despair
You’re the smith of your own fortunes
Seeker of Happiness, strap on a pair

Don’t dwell on what’s gone
Look for what’s coming next
Nothing is ventured, nothing is gained
Let well enough alone
Being fed up and vexed
Nothing besmeared if nothing was stained

When lights of sun-day are shrouded in darkness
Plant life and mammals are sunk in repose
Don’t judge a book by a shelf hanging sparkless
Not every conflict should have come to blows

Don’t dwell on what’s gone
Look for what’s coming next
Nothing is ventured, nothing is gained
Let well enough alone
Being fed up and vexed
Nothing besmeared if nothing was stained

You’re the smith of your own fortune
Seeker of Happiness, strap on a pair

Let be the smith of the right fortune
Seeker of Happiness, forge your fair pair


Dedicated to Ritchie & Blackmore's Night