Hard Work
Real hard work
It comes with a price
You lose friends or you lose your mind
It's waking up at 5 am
Going out and starting your day
long before the other side of the world
goes to bed for the night
It's actually going the extra mile
It's fighting every single day
to do better than the day before
It's nearly killing yourself
to make sure you're alive
Real hard work
comes from within
and Bless the man that does it
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