An untried chance gleams upon each coin thats tossed,
The battle within neither mastered nor lost.
When good prevails new darkness shows,
Though in dark clouds hope will glow.
With hell below and heaven above,
The road we choose is hate or love.
Art thou choosing to hate? For if thou art,
Thou saddly blind the happiness of thine heart,
Anger is ignorance no matter how told,
For love won't strike men down for gold.