As we make our way through this life, these finite years, with their share of tears, of strife,

the cruelty we witness, the pain we see, the sorrow we feel, may we remember to never give in, however foul or fair, may we not despair, may we never kneel,

beyond the jitters and the odd titter, may we stand firm, never bitter,

past the jeers, jabs, and the cackles, however many times we may fall, may we arise, to shake of the fetters,

and may we always, always stand tall