In the early morn, when the sun is shy,
I lace my shoes and touch the sky,
With every heartbeat, every breath,
I chase the dawn, I conquer death.

The weights, they sing a song of iron,
My muscles burn, my spirit’s fire,
Sweat and toil, my daily creed,
In every rep, I plant a seed.

The mirror shows the fruits of pain,
A sculpted form, a warrior’s gain,
Through trials faced, my body grows,
In fitness’ path, my journey flows.

At the day’s end, with weary soul,
I find my strength, I reach my goal,
For in this quest, I find my peace,
In fitness’ arms, my worries cease.