When I was younger
I was so happy,
My life was singing every day;
But I grew older
Thinking dimly,
And couldn’t see the straightaway.

I walked alone along the sea
And let the blues wash over me.
I covered up my happy song so long.

Then I found a sterling book
And I took a second look.
I knew I was not dead
When I read The Fountainhead.

And the author wrote again
With a dauntless mighty pen;
She praised the mind of man—
“Atlas Shrugged”, Ayn Rand!

There’s no more blues,
They’ve gone away;
A little blast
Puts in its say.
It’s getting louder,
It’s coming in,
“Read all about it!
I’m born to win!”

Never sad,
Never “Woe”;
I’m just glad
Where I go.
I can stride,
I am Pride;
News is in—
“Born to win!”

When I was younger
I was so starry,
A brighter dream for every day;
But I was distant
From the practical
And never burned the mist away.

I walked alone along the sea
And let the blues wash over me.
I covered up my happy song so long.

But, I found that sterling book,
And I took a second look.
I knew I was not dead
When I read The Fountainhead,
Again and again and again!

And that great one wrote again
With a sacred sovereign pen;
She mapped the mind of man—
“Atlas Shrugged”, Ayn Rand!

There’s no more blues,
They’ve gone away;
A little blast
Puts in its say.
It’s getting louder,
It’s coming in,
“Read all about it!
I’m born to win!”

Never sad,
Never “Woe”;
I’m just glad
Where I go.
I can stride,
I am pride!
News is in—
“Born to win!”

A writer was up,
A writer was up,
A writer was up a way;
A singer is up,
A singer is up,
A singer is up to stay;
And we say, we say, we say,
“I’m born to win!”