My soul is in need of kind,
a strong body and understanding mind,
that won't abandoned ship,
when misery and strife come to whip.
When the pain hits hard,
the old body wants to depart.
The mind starts to break down,
when the devil starts too pound.

The heart is a warrior in captivity,
trying to control all the activity. 
We're all apart of the same,
we all know the game.
Coming together to fight,
becomes a vision in sight.

We're all friends in need,
none of us want to bleed,
so we all take heed.
All for one becomes motto,
one for all we got to.
United together,
we make it through the bad weather.

G