He who thinks about anything less Is a man who doesn't have enough hair on his chest No fire in his belly, and no ice in his vains Tied to chains that wont let him come out of his cage A man who has seen many things in his life on this earth Is a human who has done so much that his skin looks rugged and tough Scorched and torn, worn many ways Days come and gone is such beauty that only a beast would know In his strongest of touch that he's worth a lot to us all And to fall would be a day we could all recall So let us stand tall like a tower reached for the stars Be a star in the darkest corners of the world Rather be in the four courners where you rest Life is nothing more than a test we all stride for Streatching our legs towards what could be the opening of the door To a way out to get out or what we seak to learn outside the core