High statue of a man so bold,
Into the future sent,
Forever young and never old,
His joyous will unspent,

With eyes alive on distant peak,
With shoulders hard and proud,
He’ll make the dream that he does seek
And stand as now, unbowed.

He’ll blaze the way of his own trail—
We see it in his stance;
Success is his, he will not fail—
So ruthless is his glance.

Determination runs him through—
No man stands in his way;
It leaps on out to me and you
And lifts us on through the gray:

The gray of weakness spreading ’round,
Where men but whine and sigh;
The gray of shackles being bound
On men afraid of “I”.

We look to him, we young of fire;
We true to light, we praise.
He is the aim of life’s desire,
Rock target of our days!