When I'm down and down I stand
In the sorrows of tommorow I raise my right hand
To shame the weary I smile
And hold my heart as my child
In my weakest hour
My fellow soldiers pain is my power
Breaking down and giving up is not an option
Throwing in the towel, and raising the white flag is not an option
But on two feet, tall, with pride
With all my days work, and dignity by my side
I can stand and honestly say why
warriors don't cry
