I wake up each morning
it's like I take flight
I start out my day
ready to fight

strong willed and ready
to beat my old foe
some days I'm ready
some days I'm slow

my body can't keep up
with all that I ask
each day is a battle
or rather a task

I meet my day with a heart
that needs to get going
faster and better than
the days I'm done knowing

I get beaten down
so fast and so hard
I reach for a mile
and loose a great yard

but ahead of me lies
the dreams that I keep
the ones that help me
to smile and not weep

I hold onto what my friend said
in a moment so wise
he told me "my dear,
keep your eyes on the prize!"

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