Mountains, hills, giants, and endless journeys
The meaningless timber peddling on the sore of my muscles
I rise up with the sun casting rays of hope for today
In fear of the darkness of my own shadows
I rise yet another day only to tumble down like the other day
Laying my eyes upon the skies
I cast my fears into the depths of my strength
With the tip of my breath I gush through with courage
To face these mountains, the so-called insurmountable mountains
I sweat in hard labour loathing the rich and famous
Tasting my rewards with the desires of my imagination
They stay under the comfort of a cloudy breeze
Milk and honey flourishing under the soles of their feet
I dream of success but success is a habit
The toils of my efforts in my daily endeavours
To understand the meaning of this...winner
Because winners begin every journey with tears and frustrations
Winners look in the mirror and see great possibilities
Winners always take the course without exceptions of short cuts
Winners need to want and always want to need
Winners accept every challenge but mostly every defeat
Winners see the future in the midst of the present
They are the prospect of leadership and the epitome of success
But who are these... they in whose name we question?
These winners...
They are the people who find hope in every circumstance
Who by faith they walk without seeing the light
In the end winners all have one thing in common
They dare challenge the enemy who is but the man within
Strive on Winners, winners...and again I say, win!
Intelligence plus character- that is the goal of true education- Martin Luther king Jr.
