By the sweat of thy brow fate is written;
As in the greatest failures success sprouts.
Unyielding, undying and naught but brave;
Glories are earned in rolls of little bouts.

Where does the conviction of the meek lie?
Where do the shameless losers go to die?
'ts a human folly to give up short in effort,
By providence, many lessons go unlearnt.

So what if thee fail several times?
What if life sanctions against thine?
Thee might fall seven times,
But thee must stand up the eighth.