Crying, criying
So many tears
Scary, scary
So many fears
Get up off your hands and knees and face me like a man
Stand up on your unsteady feet and fight me if you can
You can't get by when on the bottom crawling
Stand up, face life, can't you hear me calling?
You wimper at your master's feet, pathetic, like a dog
Your always crying of how your mind is clouded with a fog
You won't get by when sitting or crawling
If you don't stand up you'll end up falling
Be the master, be your own
But don't you dare go off alone
And then you shall do the calling
Stepping on the weaklings that are crawling
