Where we’re headed, who can say,
Are we there now, or lost on the way?
Does the end matter when the road’s so long,
Some of us wander, some chase the dawn.
Life ain’t a race, it’s a slow, steady fight,
Endurance and grit keep you holdin’ on tight.
The road’s rough and hard, but that’s how it feels,
When the battles are won, step by step, it’s real.
Gifts come and go, but what’s earned stays true,
Life’s for the fighters, the ones who push through.
Those who don’t quit, who stand through the rain,
Those who fought and suffered… those are the indispensable ones.
Those are the good ones to follow,
They’re the ones who live, through heartache and pain.