Well, this here poem is for all the characters in the series who took on the odds. To Quatre and Duo for becoming Gundam Pilots when conventional wisdom said they couldn't be (I mean, a thief and an aristocrat...?), to Zechs for trying to avenge his family, to Relena for converting that council to her pasifist cause- and for every time the Pilots went into a battle where they were out-numbered about 50 to one.
Why We Succeed

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Do you think I can't?
Do I seem so frail?
Are my arms that thin, my face that pale?

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Do you think I can't?
Do I look that dumb?
Are my eyes that vacant, my brain that numb?

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Do you think I can't?
Am I really that weak?
Do I seem so quiet, so mild and meek?

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Well, to all those who try,
And all those who fail,
And all those believed to be so frail,
And to all those who laugh,
And all those who jeer,
And all those who strut, bully and sneer,

Watch Me.