Its not my style, be the cause worth while, to give up when it gets tough.
Has it not been told, by champions of old, a victory can be pretty rough.
The chasm yawns wide to take inside those who fail to reach the top.
But I say unto you, now take the view, its a barrier but not a stop.
There can be no others, neither sisters nor brothers, who can set your goals in life.
Only you have power to bring to flower, the goals of your own life.
So I started right in, I tried to win, I gave the good "what for."
I tried and tried and bled and cried, then doubled down some more.
I strained and racked, till my sinews cracked, and silently prayed inside.
But I could not do what I set out to do. . . I failed at what I tried.
But then I heard them say as I walked away, "He's a winner deep inside.
He gave his best, more than the rest. . . there goes the man who tried."
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Has it not been told, by champions of old, a victory can be pretty rough.
The chasm yawns wide to take inside those who fail to reach the top.
But I say unto you, now take the view, its a barrier but not a stop.
There can be no others, neither sisters nor brothers, who can set your goals in life.
Only you have power to bring to flower, the goals of your own life.
So I started right in, I tried to win, I gave the good "what for."
I tried and tried and bled and cried, then doubled down some more.
I strained and racked, till my sinews cracked, and silently prayed inside.
But I could not do what I set out to do. . . I failed at what I tried.
But then I heard them say as I walked away, "He's a winner deep inside.
He gave his best, more than the rest. . . there goes the man who tried."
(Publication rights reserved by the author)
