For every hill I've tried to climb, For every
stone that bruised my feet, For all the blood and
sweat and grime, For blinding storms and burning
heat, My heart sings but a grateful song These
are the things that made me strong!
For all the
heartache and the tears, For all the anguish and
the pain, For gloomy days and fruitless years,
And for the hopes that lived in vain, I do give thanks,
for now I know These were the things that helped
me grow!
'Tis not the softer things in life
Which stimulate man's will to strive; But bleak adversity
and strife Do most to keep man's will alive. O'er
rose-strewn paths the weaklings creep, But brave
hearts dare to climb the steep