Awake thee...Men of higher thought,
Who dream to reach where others have not,
Of fervent minds and iron will
Strewn with thorns is the path uphill.
If life it seems is full of sorrow,
The grind is on for a great tomorrow
Thus is the law of the mighty Gods,
It weeds him out who merits not
But he who shows his sheen of mettle,
Who does not for the ordinary settle,
Who in his heart does pain conceal,
Rewarded...