No Story, No Glory

In the midst of  atrocities and anguish,don't be scary
Never throw in the towel though you're weary
For the giants in front of you are just paper jury

In broad day light, the vision might be blurry
But good sight can be gained in a midnight dreary
Such is life and have no power to query
Your creator because he is eerie.

In your forty's and don't have a penny to marry
Not to think of groceries to make merry
keep pushing cos no story no glory
Giving up is easy and if you try, then I'm sorry
Your end is going to be an eternal teary