Swinging around the revolving door
in and out, in clear skies and downpours
Flying high, and falling to the floor
We'll crawl, we'll walk, we'll run, we'll sore
Working for something, that means much more
more than imagined ever before
Comfort in confidence, we must be sure
as we head into this life, comparable to war
At times, it's hard, but we'll rise once more
and pull the strength, from our deep inner core
Even when bruised, battered, and torn
we must remember what it's all for
for together, with drive, will give a little more
and conquer this life, this, I am sure
