Looking in the mirror, I see the greatest of them all:
A triumphant young man who’s withstood it all.
In his entire life he has been walking a tightrope
Breakfast, lunch, dinner he eats hope.
His future is in his hands that he knows
On the path of the wise he follows.
The roads filled with pain and sorrows;
He swore to never cry, his eyes are forever dry.
Approaching the city Adulthood
He shifts the gear to manhood.
By hook or by crook, victory will one day be mine…
Look it the mirror, what do you see?