You hold the reins of your horse

You are the master of your galley

You are the one who makes it move

Snaking through the waters green

On the unending stretch of brine

That splashes and tosses around you

And its waves towering high

Show you the doom that may be nigh

And the jutting rocks hither and thither

Where you ought to be careful as you slither

But you are the master of your galley

And by your will, every storm you can allay.

You are the pilot of your craft

You are the one who makes it fly

Slicing the air as it races through

The void of nihility but air

That moans and sighs as it parts

And shrieks with delight as it meets again

Telling you your efforts are all vain

And the clouds that overshadow your sight

When you think things aren’t going right

But you are the pilot of your craft

And you can control it by your shaft.

You are the athlete of your life

You are the one who runs it

Through joys and sorrow, fun and pain

Ups and downs and through plains

Through tough times and through failures

Your boat you have to manoeuvre

And the upsets and barriers you face

Where you shouldn’t give up the race

Because you are the owner of your life

You are to save it through all strife.