There's a quite dusky night that'll come across your way,
But trust me, you're the battler! They can't hurt you anyway.
There's a keen carpet of thorns that'll spread over your feet,
But trust me, you're a soldier! They can't prick you anyway.
There's a sharp voice of nails that'll try to pinch your ears,
But trust me you're a metal! They can't deaf you anyway.
The water that carries dirt; brings the life too;
The Sun that burns itself; brings the light too;
And you too are a fighter; so you've to fight too..
The way mountains always keep their head highest,
I know one day you'll be the pole star that'll shine brightest.