Almost thought that I would not see this day
When the perils of the white house would fade away
Was perplexed thinking: would there be an end to this?
When depression without my inkling knocked on the door to my crib
The hardship, pain and the biting
Guilt from the failure they said we were courting
From grace we fell? I can’t tell
But was never late to salvage what was left
Though they had no love left to give
Held our own we did and bid them still
We made a choice, to find the buoy
We rose against the odds, we fought like we ought
Truly we made it at a price and yet?
We know no regrets
It’s one of the skirmishes, on the road to riches
Baby it’s the life we chose, say welcome to El Dorado

PS: For those who insisted on one (extra-year) when they were offered two.