Stand on the hill top,
Jump and dance,
Shout and sing,
Songs of victory,
Let the world know you won.
You travailed and conquered,
You were trampled upon but still you rose.
Your weakness saw they not,
Your mistakes were never heard of,
Challenges of the journey you never spoke of.
When darkness covered up all the hope left,
When to quit sounded as the best option,
Oblivious were they but no, not this time.
Quite we shan’t!
The victory will resound.
Make the noise, sound the alarm, play the cymbals.
Let all know, it’s victory.
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