In a world of nonstop doing
Where worth is measured by accomplishment
Clocking in and out of consciousness
Half-awake in a monotonous trench,
We berate ourselves for dragging our feet
Rising up in the wake of a million defeats
Putting smiles on a hollow and weary face
Giving energy despite the inner displace.
No amount of promotion, recognition, or fame
Compares to the victory of daily breathing
When despair is the foe, and life is to save
To fight is to live, and to live is to be brave.