In order to rise, to grow, to find yourself,

You must push beyond fear,

The silent struggle, the daily grind,

Into a path that never did seem clear.

Sweep aside the fog,

The physical manifestation of doubt,

Stay razor-focused on your goal, your dream, your mission

For second-thoughts are always near.

Your mind is formed in the suffering,

A sword broke and bruised,

But underneath lies a diamond, 

A beauty so pure,

It’ll make the devil shed a tear.

So let me ask you one question:

To check if you see the half-full cup,

Why do we fall? Ah, my friend, 

So that we can learn,

To pick ourselves back up.

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