Never drop your sword; be a gutsy one
Tighten your belt; the road is so rugged
You can rest in grave; now it is time to run
Do not get fooled by claques, rather be a lone bird
Turn your rage to fire; burn like a sun
Do not end in smoke; leave no stone unturned
Know your true motto; hold your head up
Take a deep breath; mark your aim sharp
Just a little more, it is the edge of the chain
Just do not leave all of your hardships in vain
Life is just a jaunt, and aches are its denizens
So no tears, girl; it is the loser who laments
Never call yourself a loser, be a warrior instead
Try to beat the clock; if you never wanna bleed.