Nothing's impossible, I have found For when my chin is on the ground I pick myself up, dust myself off Start all over again Don't lose your confidence if you slip Be grateful for a pleasant trip And pick yourself up, dust yourself off And start all over again Work like a soul inspired Till the battle of the day is won You may be sick and tired But you'll be a man, my son Don't you remember the famous men Who had to fall to rise again They pick themselves up, dust themselves off And start all over again Work like a soul inspired Till the battle of the day is won You may be sick and tired But you'll be a man, my son Don't you remember the famous men Who had to fall to rise again They pick themselves up, dust themselves off And start all over again And start all over again