High times, low times, we have so much time,
To get to the end, it will be long, we will be just fine.
Head down, breathe in, don't look around,
Keep up the pace, keep up the rhythm, pick up the sound.
Arms flailing, feet beating, breath exhaled, all rhythmically.
Morning comes, hardships persist, morning ends,
Every day this happens all over again.
New day, new challenge, new weaknesses found,
Every day you want to complain, but don't make a sound.
Will comes easy, will comes hard, will comes at dawn.
The course is a battlefield, waters all around,
Blood comes in different forms: sweat and tears trickle down .
Cheers like gunfire, whistles are the battle call,
Rain, rain, pours down, upon the field of brawl.
Get down, stay down, see the tears ebb.
Counting medals, counting stars, counting what falls,
Down the ranks, up with glory, the barracks call.
Win some, lose some, never fail by Diem,
Get back up off the floor and stick with the team.
One event can change your life, change it for yourself.
Megan Kalina
