No Pain, No Gain
Through fiery trials, we're refined,
Purified by flames that burn and align,
No strength is born without a test,
No victory won without a quest.
With every fall, we rise anew,
Scars remain, yet wisdom shines through,
The path to triumph's paved with pain,
And perseverance's lessons gained.
Sweat and tears, a champion's toll,
The price of glory, worth the role,
For in the fire, our steel's forged strong,
And character's tempered, right and long.
So let the struggles shape and mold,
For in the darkness, seeds take hold,
No pain, no gain, the truth we find,
In every trial, strength of mind.
©® Coker Favour A.
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