I. Will. Not. Lose. Ever. Fucka.

I have learned something well worthwhile that victory could not bring;
To wipe the blood from my mouth and smile where none can see the sting,
I can walk head up while my heart is down.
From the beating that brought it's good.
And that means more than the champion's crown, who is taking an easier road.
I have learned something worth far more than victory brings to men;
Battered and beaten, bruised and sore, I can still come back again.
Crowded back in the hard tough race
I've found that I have the heart to look raw failure in the face;
and train for another start.

Winners who wear the victor's wreath, looking for softer ways,
Watch for my blade as it leaves the sheath sharpened on rougher days.
Trained upon pain and punishment I have groped my way through the night
But the flag still flies at my battle tent, I have only begun to fight!









I. Will. Not. Lose. Ever. Fucka.