Though the cold and heavy flood, intimidates and daunts
Though Pain rips my being and courage hangs by a tread
It is my hard endeavor and not a sprightly jaunt
Against the tide and the dark, I truly shall trudge ahead
Though the sun may show his fury and burn the very path
Though the thorns may cut and mar me to death till I bled
Destiny in my heart, I shall harken, despite their immense wrath
Along the eternal pathless route, I truly shall trudge ahead
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