If I can do this every day,
Pound the path, come what may,
Chisel stone and break the wall,
Won’t I rise, though I may fall?
If I wake before the light,
Push my will with all my might,
Grind the hours, burn the night,
Won’t the stars reward my fight?
Drip by drip, the water wears
Through the rock, through all despairs.
Step by step, the mountain bends—
Patience carves what never ends.
Let them doubt and let them scoff,
I won't pause or wander off.
Time will yield to stubborn flame—
Won’t success then know my name?
So I will strike, and strike again,
Through the pleasure, through the pain.
If I pound with steady hand,
One day, I will make my stand.