Tis the duty of man to rise above all hurdles,
In the shadows of impending struggles and rough seas,
To emerge victorious is our calling,
Even when the horizon seems darker than the night.
The claws of despair creep as its shadow hovers above,
The voyage has just begun, the dreams have set sail,
Onward bound we go, to a land we know exists,
We sail forth into a horizon unknown, with sights set on new beginnings.
Others have sailed these seas before, stood strong in high tides,
Shipwrecked naught, shaken perhaps, but solid always,
To sail into calm waters with the bright sun shining overhead,
With the cool breeze of success blowing in their face.
To each their own, each voyage with its own challenges,
We must charge on, minds shielded and hearts brazen,
And trust founded in the maker of Kings, the giver of life,
For man is but a pawn in a plan yet a king in the game.
You are the master of your fate, the farmer of your dreams,
The servant of one and the slave of many,
Embrace each day with might and grace, fight and pace,
And live up to the calling of being a man
Tis the duty of a man.