My friend named Failure
Oh failure
Everyone hates you
Or they are scared of you
But no one gives you the gratitude you deserve
You look big and nasty
And have a funny way of showing me
How to learn
And how to grow
You will stab me countless times
Then ask What are you gonna do about me?
Are you going to fight me or let me win?
Your pain is overbearing
And shoots through my body
But you are not fatal
And makes me not afraid of you.
You may twist my wrist
Or break my ankles
Or kick me until I bleed
But I will always fight
My friend, Failure
This time I will win
So I thank your pain, your tears, and your presences
Because to get to my best friend, Success
I must have you
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