For every hill I've tried to climb,
For every stone that bruised my feet,
For all the blood and sweat and grime,
For blinding storms and burning heat,
My head is up with pride,
As these are the things that made me strong..
For all the aches and the tears,
For all the difficulties and the pain,
For all those dark days which went on to years..
For all the hopes that lived in vain.
I am thankful, for now I know
These were the things that have helped me to grow..
It is not the pleasant things in the life,
Which stimulate the man’s will to strive,
But the bleak ray of hope keep the man’s will alive.
People come in our life and go,
We should always remember those who were good to us.
Weaklings cry over the thorny paths,
But brave hearts are there on the top.
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