I am in a race up rugged way,
And my destiny I've dreamt, and how sweet is it!
I'll be a non-quitting walker, regardless of what fault-finders say,
And hit the harder when the hardest hit.
Though dust be clouds and blind mine eyes,
And thorns beneath have pierced mine toes;
The sun scorches harsh- I can't see the skies,
Still I will dream and do, and defeat the woes.
Though dress be torn, though face be shattered,
I'll still mine quarry dig deep to attain;
For I think I remember that once some truth I thought, then uttered,
'It's not the silver or gold I wear, but well, how I use the brain.'
So on I move on a forward go- there's no turning back,
My dates to do and dreams achieve- of royalties and their throne.
Though to fall I may even if se-ven-ty, I'll again stand and a mistake mark,
Then count ''seventy one,'' and move on.
I am a winner! so feels mine faith and hope.
Providence, give me to see the light and tread the true track;
To be up-and-coming, with joy to skip and hop,
To fall if I may, but still say, 'No more turning back.'