Cast in stone
The tempering molded me to the bone
Molten will throbbed through my veins
The battle of adversity was mine to gain.

The fists bind under sophisticated duress
As the heartbeats beat a gentle caress
Wearing the dress of dramatic stupor
My soul was in a squalor.

Floor of determination laid out to the horizons
The ashes of failure fuelled my resilience
In the solitude of prayer
Is a person made with belief sincere.

Each step I take, a mould I break
Rigorous penance I willingly partake
To stoke the fires of ambition
As I enter a sublime succession.