No Matter
How many times must a man come to grips
with all of the troubles in life,
where voyages tend to become sunken ships
and seems every path leads to strife?
How often must he try, despite what he sees,
a battle that’s too big to win?
Where forces are meant to bring him to his knees
and make him start over again.
How many times when rock bottom he’s reached
and no light above finds his eyes,
will he fight to gather the words he’s heard preached,
declaring that he’s meant to rise?
What is the potential of a man who won’t quit,
who holds fast to all that he knows?
There’s power to change the whole world where he stands
if he goes on… despite how it goes.
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