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.