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For Every Hill I've To Climb,
For Every Stone That Bruised My Feet,
For All The Blood & Sweat & Grime,
For Blinding Storms & Burning Heat,
My Heart Sings But A Grateful Song,
There Were The Things That Made Me Strong!
For All The Heartaches & The Tears,
For All The Anguish & The Pain,
For Gloomy Days & Fruitless Years,
And For The Hopes That Lived In Vain,
I Do Give Thanks, For Now I Know,
These Were The Things That Helped Me Grow!
Its Not The Softer Things Of Life,
Which Simulate Mans Will To Strive;
But Bleak Adversity & Strife,
Do Most To Keep Man's Will Alive.
O'er Rose Strewn Paths The Weaklings Creep,
But Brave Hearts Dare To Climb The Steep.
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