For every hill I've had to climb.
For every stone that bruised my feet,
For all the blood, sweat and grime,
For blinding storms and burning heat,
My heart sings but a grateful song..
These were the things that made me strong.
For all the heartaches and the tears,
For all the anguish and the pain,
For gloomy days and fruitless years,
And for the hopes that lived in vain,
I do give thanks, for now I know
These were the things that helped me grow?
Author Unknown.........
