The Heart of a Fighter

When shots are missed, and throws are wasted,

And everything turns to shades of gray,

It's easy to feel disheartened and frustrated,

And start to wonder if you'll ever find your way.

When free throws aren't free, but come at a cost,

And cheers turn to jeers that ring in your ears,

It can feel like everything that you've lost

Is too much to bear, too heavy to steer.

But a fighter knows that destiny's price

Is one that you pay with sweat and sacrifice.

No matter how hard the game may seem,

You give it your all and chase your dreams.

Even if the gold or silver or bronze

Are out of reach, and you're left alone,

Remember that you're not defined

By the outcome of just one game or time.

For life is a game, a game of chance,

And it's up to you to take that first step and dance.

Don't stay where you fall or stumble,

But pick yourself up and move on, and be humble.

For even though the world celebrates the champions,

It's the little fighter who learns the lessons.

That it's not about the applause or the claps,

But the spirit and heart that you bring to the match.

So keep on fighting, keep on striving,

For in the end, it's not about surviving.

It's about the moments you choose to live,

And the joy and love that you choose to give.