Tough times make tough people.
Keep your eyes on the finish line and everything will be fine.
The cold man blows hard on my heart, but I've got places to see.
I'll keep my feet moving and
won't let his hard stare deter me.
Focus on the music, and
keep the body grooving.
The fierce wind beats bruises on my chest and wraps its steely fingers around my neck.
I have to keep going
with everlasting power in my hands
like a stalwart defender
in his very last stand.
Tough times make tough people.
Keep your eyes on the prize, and your spirit will only rise.
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