The road is jagged, paved with broken stone,
A weary journey you must walk alone.
The wind may howl and try to bend your knees,
Across the mountains and the stormy seas.
Your palms are scarred from climbing up the steep,
With promises that you are bound to keep.
The world will tell you that it's time to yield,
To leave your dreams upon the battlefield.
But in your chest, a quiet engine hums,
Defying every beat of hollow drums.
For every "no" that tried to shut the gate,
You find the strength to challenge even fate.
It isn't glory if it's handed down,
Without the sweat, there is no golden crown.
The darkest hour only proves your light,
A burning star within the thick of night.
So take the blow and stand up once again,
Transform the sorrow and the bitter pain.
For life is won by those who dare to stay,
And fight their way into the break of day.