The Work and The Chase

Sweat on the brow, dirt on my face.
Oh how I've come to love this here place.
The ache of sore hands, a tired out back,
I cannot, I will not, let my duty go slack.

The burn in my legs, the spin in my head
Oh what I'd give to be in my bed.
Gasping for breath, eyes even blurry,
I think I might die, they won't kill me surely.

Rejected again, why even try?
Over and over I let out a sigh.
Can't stop now, I pick up my chin
Whatever it takes, I won't give in.

Countless late nights, headaches galore.
Worry, and wonder, about what lays in store.
Feeling fed up, wanna toss in the towel.
Gotta get this job done, but don't know how.

The feeling of love, the feeling of Brother.
The camaraderie felt, when lifting another.
United in a cause worth giving our all.
How could anyone feel to squander or stall?

Man sharpens man, as steel sharpens steel.
With pure determination I cry out I will.
Bruised and battered, I must press on.
Keep grinding, keep grinding are the words of my song.

All of my life I think of what I hold dear.
It's what I've worked at, and sweat at, even shed a tear.
If we hope to reach any great height, anything above.
Work is something we must all come to love.

Let us each pick our cause, with resolve like steel.
And as we fight a good fight, we'll learn a great skill.
To work and overcome no matter what it is that we face.

To come to even love the work and the chase.

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