The Test of man is the fight that he makes.
The grit that he daily shows.
The way that he stands upon his feet.
And takes life's numerous bumps and blows.
A coward can smile,
when there's not to fear.
And Nothing, his progress bear.
But it takes a man to stand and cheer.
While the other fellow stars.
It isn't the victory after all,
But the fight that a brother makes.
A man when driven against the wall,
Takes the blow of fate.
With his head held high.
Bleeding, bruised, and pale!
Is the man who will win, fate defied.
For he isn't afraid to fail.