A boy looks up, and sees a golden gift of chance,
To prove
his worth, and makes the best of what might seem, a dire
circumstance,
Onward
and onward the slow and steady climb,
Task upon
task that can lift him, to the summit over time,
You've
got to take whatever road's at your feet,
You've
got to make whatever progress you can,
Although
the map you hold is far from complete,
You've
got to take whatever road's at your feet