With barely anything to my name, it is namely my will that keeps me alive and sane.
I close my eyes and dreams dance in my heart and mind at night.
At nature's first light, my will prompts me to rise, to seek, to fight.
My will clutches the wings of hope in hopes of soaring to new heights, of greatness, not attained in a single flight.
My will maintains the altitude of progress, from which progress is made towards my best self.
My will bids goodbye to each day in defiance of farewell.
How long will I rise? A tale only time tells well.
But, until such time, as sure as the sun shines; I will attain all that's mine.
Funded and fueled by my fierce will... A will so strong, no circumstance can kill.