When the path seem black and lengthy, And every stride seems so wrong. Lift your head; you are not finished yet.
You may run though the race is difficult. The storm may yell; the night could endure, Still, night has to become day. Every fall you take, every scar, every pain, Do evidence you are strong enough once more?
The mountain waits; the dream calls still, You are meant to rise above the falls. So start on that path and be honest with yourself— The planet is waiting only for you.
