Stand tall, raise your dreams
Allow not your rosy hope
To perish in Hades fires
Or drown in sour failure
Stand tall in your pursuits
For your talent is your purpose
An anointed golden gift
Bestowed to you by God
Stand tall and build a legacy
That’ll mirror hope to others
Permeating into them wisdom
And untenable resilience
Rarely smooth like silk
Often a coarse climb
Stand tall on your path
Glory is beckoning