No talent was ever God-given here
Hard work, my son, litters your long road
Devils and demons, hardened by all their past victories over you
Inhabit every roadside bush
Every hillside shadow
Your chances are chained to the limits of your own belief
Which itself got moulded in near misses
Yet must today leap out of itself
And climb new heights at the eleventh hour
Don't dream or think
Just make your own luck or sink
In the build up and somehow even during the fight
Summon the courage to look inward
For born of self-value is a notion of worthiness
That can serve you proud now
Pulling you up into the blue
Bending reality's path to you
Roof on or off
It makes no difference
Because no favours were ever sewn nor mercy shown
Under these skies
Hard work, my son, litters your long road
Devils and demons, hardened by all their past victories over you
Inhabit every roadside bush
Every hillside shadow
Your chances are chained to the limits of your own belief
Which itself got moulded in near misses
Yet must today leap out of itself
And climb new heights at the eleventh hour
Don't dream or think
Just make your own luck or sink
In the build up and somehow even during the fight
Summon the courage to look inward
For born of self-value is a notion of worthiness
That can serve you proud now
Pulling you up into the blue
Bending reality's path to you
Roof on or off
It makes no difference
Because no favours were ever sewn nor mercy shown
Under these skies
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