Sailing heart-ships through broken harbors out on the waves of the night, still the searcher must ride the dark horse racing alone in his fright.

Just cause you live in the ghetto doesn't mean you can't grow.

When the race gets hard to run. It means you just can't take the peace.

Should I just stop trying and give up? But then, that's exactly what they're waiting for me to do.

If you can make it through the night, there's a brighter day.

The struggles I'm facing, The chances I'm taking, Sometimes might knock me down, But no, I'm not breaking.