Ant Smith

This Life


For some it never rains, but pours

Extraordinary men are made not born

Winning is easy, losing takes guts

When the odds are stacked, will you still stand up?

When good friends turn and steal your thunder

When your world is rent asunder

When you feel that you can take no more

Do you find the strength to get off the floor?

By living your life in the eye of the storm

Your true mettle is subtly formed

The underdog has tooth and claw

A resolute stance and square set jaw

No one made no greater mistake

Than to do nought in the face of hate

When you're alone and next to zero

Then you will find if you're a hero

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