The victory is the proof of the skill you possess
Defeat is the proof of your grit,
A weakling can smile in the days of his success
But at trouble’s first sign he will quit.
So the test of the fear
And the test of your pluck
Is not skies that are sunny and fair
But how do you stand to the blow that is struck
And how do you battle despair?
The fool can seem wise when the pathway is clear
And it is easy to see the way out,
But the test of a man’s judgement is something to fear
And what does he do when in doubt?
And the proof of his faith is the courage he shows
When sorrows lie deep in his breast;
It’s the way that he suffers, the grief that he knows
That brings out his worst or his best.
The test of a man is how much he will bear
For a cause which he knows is right,
How long will he stand in the depths of despair,
How much will he suffer and fight?
There are many to serve when the victory is near
When few are the hurts to be borne,
But it calls for a leader of courage to cheer
The men in a battle forlorn.
It is the way that you hold out against the odds that are great
That prove what your courage is worth.
It is the way that you stand to the bruises of fate
That shows up your stature and girth.
And victory is nothing but proof of your skill,
Veneered with a glory that is thin,
Unless it is a proof of unfaltering will
And unless you have suffered to win.