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.