written by ME
The Underdog must claim the mountain
It's Form is the Coldest Shoulder
As the underdog climbs up
The wind gets Colder
He dreams of greener grass on the other side
But has to reach it, he has to make it out alive
Which is a challenge because he's prone to mistakes
Now he his to give it all it takes
He remains silent with every move he makes
But even silence triggers the biggest of blizzard quakes
Fighting threw it makes him a stronger,better, man
Because he has been at the bottom
and knows where he'll land
Mirages tempt him but he has to blink his eyes
Dead weight on his back was a big sac of lies
He broke free of the bag and kept with his trek
He now only carries a tote filled with dreams and respect
With so far to go a tear trickles his cheek
When will the underdog ever get to speak........
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