Arising in the morning
This is the day
I get on the scale
To show what I weigh

Entering the meet
My nerves are on edge
I am going to set records
This is my pledge

I'm under the bar
Cold steel on my back
The knurling digs in
As the bar clears the rack

The command is given
Down I go
Feeling for depth
While keeping the flow

I reach the bottom
Beginning to climb
Fighting for momentum
Fighting for time

As the bar gets heavy
I let out a scream
It regains momentum
Just like a dream

I am told to "rack it"
I look at the lights
Eagerly awaiting
Those 3 big whites

Such is the beginning
Of an uphill fight
Wrestling the Iron
With all of my might