The Victory Song

A twisted road,

A rebellious journey,

A challenging code,

Towards life's tourney

A broken mile,

Few stones and rocks.

A face with smile,

A billion talks.

A mountain high,

A slippery slope.

Beneath the sky,

We learn to cope.

We learn to fall,

And rise again.

Within this ball,

Of struggling men.

A beach of sand,

Tough to walk.

This barren land,

Is filled with rocks. 

Walk, stroll or stumble then,

Keep the moving pace. 

Their awaits a world of men,

A lofty mortal race.

A need to win,

Is strong and bold.

Hear, hear the arduous din,

The flute is made of gold.

Let the spirit speak,

Of victorious joy.

Let the blood veins leak,

Life is a brave heart boy.

Let the flag be ground,

Let it kiss the air.

Let the triumphant sound,

Speak of each a share.