I look back now unto it reflecting,
Quite a journey it has been from that place,
Standing firm and strong, Life's blows deflecting,
The torment and labor none can erase,
The aching head and longing for the sky,
Fondly I look upon those sleepless nights,
To that labor myself did sanctify,
Prevailing against all internal fights,
Strange how torment can lead to joyous bliss,
For all that struggle has made me elite,
I say joy, they arrogance, as i write this,
Without that gauntlet I'd be obsolete,
In near time comes that due ceremony,
Where which I shall be named The One and Only.