I stand alone at the rail

And pray a midnight prayer,

And not out of desperation do I pray,

But out of faith, my heart speaks out

To resonate with every particle of victory 

That sparkles soundly 

In the night sky.

And when my day of triumph comes,

Like a warhorse barreling through the fray,

And I wear the victor's garland,

I will acknowledge the gracious nods 

That fed my spirit all along the way

From those considered lowly, those unrecognized 

By high society. The lowest of these

Are the only ones who've ever recognized me.

But theirs is all the fodder

That this warhorse ever needs,

To run my race with guts and dignity and power.

-jenn