All over the world there is a word
for which people learn to work towards.
Power is what we all aspire even though it's blurred.

You feel your soul is crushing yet you still move forward
With all the pressure mounting you just follow the herd
Now you're getting tired and your speech is getting slurred.

Your palms become sweaty, your life feels absurd
everything they taught you to do is all spiraling downward.
Yet you move on stronger than before, and saying to yourself you will not be deterred.

With a mighty blow, and a heavy swing you rise from the ashes; you sing with kings.
As you swoop down for another failure
your life turns around you become your own savior.