Winner Stands Alone

Standing there wondering how life's been,

How our journey is to begin,

After every tunnel, bright light is seen,

So life itself might not be that mean

Yeah, life's a mix of right and wrong,

You can either be weak or be strong,

You can either whine about it,

Or go ahead and write about it,

But it will not change the way,

The way you've thought about it

They say the world is round,

And whatever goes around, comes back around,

But the reason behind it is still not found,

And you be good or you be bad,

You'll still be greeted with a frown,

They'll still try to pull you down

And that's when you've gotta be strong,

Never say never, fight till forever,

Get up after every fall,

And make sure at the end,

It's You who's standing tall

'Cause when you aim for the top,

You just cannot stop,

No matter how much you've been tried to be thrown,

No matter if you had to face the cyclone,

On the way its you who has grown,

So what if you're all alone,

Always remember, in the end,

It's the winner who stands alone!

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