Dear weary soul, are you aware
  there are more stars, than grains
    of sand?

Did you know, the places you would go
  the stories told, through the wrinkles
     of your hand?

Though you feel small, you shall rise
   Like Maya, it is no disguise.

  Everyday you wake, you see a new light
    You made it again, you veteran
  You can do this, now fight!