Hi Ice,
Maybe this is not a straight answer, but for me songs come and go so often, so I don't have an anthem or theme song right now.
However, a poem my maternal Grandmother introduced me to when I was about 12 yrs old, has always been persistent in my mind and soul, and especially when faced with challenges in my life. In those times it has become a Mantra for me.
I offered a dramatic (emphatic and emotional) reading of this poem at the podium in the synagogue at her funeral service when she passed back in 2005 as my tribute to her.
I apologize in advance if this is not a meaningful contribution to your thread here.
I thank you for the indulgence. :shaka:
Right now my life is a crucible, so this is especially appropriate for me.
The poem is 'If' by Rudyard Kipling.
If
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on";
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run -
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son!
(taken from
http://www.everypoet.com/archive/poetry/Rudyard_Kipling/kipling_if.htm)
