When there's nothing left in you,
You're down for the count.
You see what you're made of,
What you're all about.
You push past your limits,
And still you move forward.
Trying to be the hero,
Trying to be the best.
No giving in to defeat.
No stopping for rest.
Even the stongest men fall weakened.
Even the fastest men grow weary.
Yet still you keep fighting,
And when you see that it's too much,
Never ever forget.
We'll be right behind you,
Picking you back up,
When you're falling through.
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