DO you fear the force of the wind, | |
The slash of the rain? | |
Go face them and fight them, | |
Be savage again. | |
Go hungry and cold like the wolf, | |
Go wade like the crane: | |
The palms of your hands will thicken, | |
The skin of your cheek will tan, | |
You ’ll grow ragged and weary and swarthy, | |
But you ’ll walk like a man! |