A Head Held High

Sometimes in life we fall Rumble tetherless in the dirt All the victories won seem forgotten And only dust stands where friends once were. As strength was once found in praises Which now echo silently, Weakness visits those hallow triumphs As only a reminder that your time has gone. In the dirt your resolve remains unchained So with a head held high a reaction begins Where you alone reclaim what once was. With a head held high, The feeblest find the will to rise.