The Dedicated

Emotions so fervent, the mind of the dedicated With a path so rough he wonders how he tolerates it But he keeps moving with a steady locomotion Through stormy valleys and turbulent oceans Once or twice, he may have hesitated But his reasons weren't languid, unsated He looked around at his life Tempestuous eyes making sure his is path right He stumbles forward though dark unstable passageways Always facing his goal, vehement not to turn away He's like a strong tower, beaten but still standing No one knows when it'll fall or where it would be landing He's not too proud to tell you that he never cries But it's a desperate situation when tears leave his eyes Usually involving the loss of something vital in his life But with a kings golden spirit he makes that sacrifice He reaches his goal, basked in satin moonlight He kept moving, kept the finish line in sight And at last he can sit on his throne Smiling because people that told him he wasn't going to make it...were wrong