Extraordinary Will

Victory doth not belong to those who are fastest

Neither is it taken by the strongest.

Those who seize are those who grind.

Regardless how weak, they hang on inside.

There are those stronger

There are those who are greater

But if they won’t do, what good is their skill?

Ordinary skill, extraordinary will.

I don’t care who you are, how rich, or strong

I’ll still be standing when you’re long gone.

I might stumble and fall, many times more

But I’ll rise back up until you finally fall.

I will out-work you. I will outlast you.

I will take all the hits, and still win the war

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