I think it's plucky that you stir in the morning even if your soul is weary
Your bones ache for laze and the day is too dreary.
I think it's plucky that you continue living even if you don't know how to anymore
And you don't even perceive what you are looking for.
I think it's plucky that you repel the waves rolling again
And you decide to fight without any complain.
I think it's plucky that there are day when you feel like surrendering but you never do
No matter how bad situations are and what you are going through.