HEART OF A WINNER
I’ve struggled In search of the worth of a man, to be a winner,
Questions I’ve asked, thoughts of the value from within the human heart.
Created not of money or material things, objects, treasures that we hold,
Born within us, no! not an Inherited trate, the heart of a winner.
In the morning awake do we to the rising sun, we’ve just begun,
From our nightly slumber we stand and face the day, each day.
What drives us, what moves us along, perhaps survival,
It Is the man, the woman whom strives to achieve In which we see.
To the mountain top we may never get but we’ll keep on climbing,
We do not stop fore one day a hope that It will be there,
Standing tall with your head held high, not In the physical sense.
But a feeling In the heart, a place In the mind,
To strum the guitar till the tune Is through, finish what you’ve started.
Shoes on your feet, each day a trek to work, at the end a mile home,
Not to win the game or conquer the fight.
Give It your all and sleep for the night.
I do not know where my road will take me, what I battle has no ending,
I stand here a winner for all that I have accomplished,
A winner Is one whom strives to make tomorrow a better day.