It's this day, not me . . .

This is a great song from the musical of The Secret Garden. It's better if you actually hear it sung. But it applies.

When you see the storm is coming,

See the lightnin' part the skies,

It's too late to run--

There's terror in your eyes!

What you do then is remember

This old thing you've heard me say:
"It's the storm, not you,

That's bound to blow away."

Hold on,

Hold on to someone standing by.

Hold on.

Don't even ask how long, or why.

Child, hold on to what you know is right,

Hold on 'til you get through.

Child, oh child!

Hold on!

When you feel your heart is poundin,'

Feel a devil's at your door,

There's no place to hide--
You're frozen to the floor!
What you do then is you force yourself

To wake up, and you say:
"It's this dream, not me

That's bound to go away!"

Hold on,

Hold on until the night goes by.

Hold on,
Until there's nothing left to try!
Child, hold on, There's angels on the way!
Hold on and hear them say,
"Child, oh child!"

And it doesn't even matter

If the danger and the doom

Come from up above or down below
Or just come flying
At you from across the room!

When you see a man who's raging

And he's jealous and he fears
That you've walked through walls
He's hid behind for years.
What you do then is you tell yourself

To wait it out, and say:
"It's this day, not me

That's bound to go away."

Child, hold on!

It's this day, not you,

That's bound to go away.