Ride forth against the tide,
Rise above the surf of challenges,
Welcome every sunrise with a vision,
send off every sunset with hope
and, though beaten and battered,
laid over there on the floor
With my strength dwindling,
I mustn't give in.
The road ahead looks rough;
Just means I'll have to be rough.
Pick up my weapon and face it;
God with me, I'll make it.
I'm a soldier in the making.

Even though I may fall flat
That doesn't mean I'm code red.
Like a phoenix,
From ashes, I will rise.
I'll win and take the prize.
So keep talking,
keep laughing.
My place is at the top;
You'll surely bow before my feet.
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