The Path to Glory

In the midst of all the gloom,

The lines on my forehead speak of my doom,

I am here, clueless, on the black rocks I am lying.
Oh yes! I am dying!

Pregnant clouds, all black and bound,

With swirling winds gushing all around,
(A sudden flash, a sudden sound!)

A ray of hope, a call to urge, just in time,

Oh yes! With joy, I am crying!

I get up and ascend toward the guiding light,

Towards the call that gave me the urge to fight,

My feet still bloody, my sweat still shine,
Oh yes! I am still trying!
Oh yes! I am still trying!