Once upon a time in that queue,
I waited all day long.
Thinking of going back
Or of standing strong.

I hadn't known what destiny awaited me,
Nor
did I know what to go for.
Only with the Maker's hand on my head, Yet wondering if I would get another chance,
I closed my eyes, and pushed it strong.

How could I've learned to walk
If I had never had a fall?
Yes, there's a will there's a way,
And as trying never goes to vain.

And in the end
For once upon a time in that queue
In the lucky draw of life,
I got the golden ball.