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...