Beaten, battered, and bruised.
I often wonder what's my life to do.
When I'm down on my luck.
This frown, it really *****.
A mountain is in front of me.

Laces pulled tight.
I'm motivated to give all my mite.
I'll conquer this mountain
Again and again and again.
It's appearance consistantly consistent.

In a life so inconsistent.
One must be more insistent.
Putting one foot in front of the other.
Never dwelling on their druthers.  
While other may count me out.