Tenacious
Tenacious, my path and calling
Through this treasured life
My trials are mildly appalling
Defined by this strife
Now, my tale is not heroic
Or the best around
Nor can it be called historic
By those in the ground
For it depicts my solid will
That withstands all scenes
Whether the sun or a vile chill
No matter the means
To further this journey alone
Boosted by many
Their guidance has finally shown
I am worth plenty
Because the battle never ends
Only if you yield
For within, all your strength transcends
And triumph revealed
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