“He climbs the mountains,

He braves the waves
He climbs rocks, the steepest,
Wades into the floods, the deeepest
A patriot is on the way.
Liken him to a tiger
Biting hard on his prey,
Refusing to hand over.
Come what may,
That’s the patriot’s way.
He rides the storm, zigzags falling trees,
Stung by bees,
Drenched in torrential rain
No pain, no gain,
A patriot always know his way.”