I am my strongest asset
I am my greatest drawback
A genius in the art of failure,
A fool in the face of fear!
I can hope, I can try
Extend that futile flame of effort outwards
Encompassing all my work, my life, my values;
But the world beats down, and we are the drum.
Worn and weary… faded… still they beat
And we pulse as one, hearts pumping life-blood
Veins filled with weary power,
And with each beat we toughen, even as we wear
Hope and strength … boom…boom…boom
A tune of strength, the rhythm prevails.
And we stand strong under the stick,
Facing life with all our strength:
And if we are worn, the other drums will beat in tune
Bringing power back to our voice;
The strength of friends.