Confidence

[C]an you see me hiding behind you
[O]nly occasionally giving a clue that
[N]othing is ever what it seems,
[F]ortune favours the brave, but
[I] believe it favours us too, yes niave,
[D]efinitely cautious, lacking confidence?
[E]vidently always, but we are true;
[N]othing we do is done without fear,but
[C]an you imagine the sweet satisfaction;
[E]ach time we conquer, we endear ourselves to ourselves, and our confidence grows in bittersweet elation.