Mortal Man, rise from the dust
We have seen cindered ashes moulded to claypot
We have seen ungrammatical proses
Skid to glory
Rise up, Mortal Man,
I can see you star twinkling
So bright other stars complaining
You may not see it now
I can see it up in the galaxy
Hitch your wagon to the Horizons, Mortal Man
We have seen nondescript elements claim glory
For they remain true as a needle
Rise up.
Never be shaken.
Never forget to dust up.
Even the great had a sad story of struggle.
Mortal Man, Rise up
If some believed that a star could hang on a mountain cap
If some saw a skycrapper galloping down the streets
Who told you that success is impossible?
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