ɪ'ᴍ ᴛɪʀᴇᴅ ᴀᴛ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪ ᴡᴇɴᴛ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ ɢɪᴠᴇ ᴜᴘ. My bones ache deep with every step I take, My eyelids heavy as I push through day; Each muscle screams for me to hit the brake— But I keep walking on my chosen way. The road is long, the load sits hard on my back, My hands are blistered from the work I’ve done; I’ve stumbled more than times I care to track, Yet still I chase what I have set upon. Sleep is just a stranger I once knew, Rest a word that feels like make-believe; I’ve given all I have—and more too— To make my dream no longer just conceive. My feet are raw, my spirit’s thin and frayed, But fire burns inside my weary chest; I won’t let weariness be my betrayer, ‘Til I can lay my hands upon my quest. For goals aren’t won by those who quit when tired, But by the ones who fight through every strain; Though every part of me feels expired, I’ll push on ‘til I break through the chain.