With a robust attitude he took a step,

The path was rocky, and he stumbled,

At the top of the hill, the flag was waving...

With all his heart, he pushed himself to get up,

Stones rumbled down, and he stumbled again,

This time, his leg got gashed badly,

But there at the top, the flag was still waving...

Picking himself up, he tied up his wounds,

Stretching his hand toward the flag, he went on limping,

At the end, when he finally grabbed the flag, but the realisation hit him that there was no flag, just his undying spirit...