“You“, song based on “If---“ by R. Kipling (version 2)

If you can keep your head, when all around Are losing theirs and blaming you, my friend. If you can trust yourself, when they all doubt, But make allowance for their doubting too. You can be the one, hold on tight, Through the dark and through the light. You can be the one, don’t give in, Keep the faith, let strength begin. If you can wait and not be tired waiting, Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies, Or being hated, don’t give way to hating, Yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise. If you can dream, but not let dreams enslave, If you can think, but not make thoughts your aim, If you can meet with Triumph, meet with Disaster, And treat those two impostors just the same. If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken Twisted by knaves to trap the fools, Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, And stoop and build with worn-out tools. If you can make a heap of all your winnings, And risk it all on one single toss, And lose, and start again at the beginning, And never breathe a word about the loss. If you can force your heart, your nerve, your sinew, To serve your turn long after they are gone, And hold on when there’s nothing in you, Except the Will which whispers: ‘Hold on!’ If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch, If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you, If all count with you, but none too much. If you can fill the unforgiving minute With sixty seconds’ worth of run, Yours is the Earth and all that’s in it, And more—you’ll be a Man, my son! Yours is the Earth, and all that’s in it, You’ll be a Man, my son, you win it.