Invictus (Unconquered)
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find me, unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
“Invictus” is a short poem by the Victorian era English poet William Ernest Henley (1849–1903).
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life is beautiful 
This was also a movie, if u have not seen it is a must see. Hard to believe if it were mere a story but incredible that it is a true story. 😀
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