I have made a promise To myself To keep on walking Until the end To persevere Against all the odds. ‘Coz when it gets tougher The rough gets rougher. The bets are higher. The winnings greater Just need to stick a bit long. Smile, sweat and song. It is a lone struggle Against the very nature The lessons of yore Stacks of customs and mores. A steep incline I climb and climb. Sores on my feet Fire in my soul. Now that I see the path. I can’t do nothing but walk. To be willfully blind Is the height of folly.