Who says it can't be yours?

If I were a 20-something-year-old woman, I'd like to think that I'd sound like this:

When your streets are paved with coal
But you walk around ‘em just like they were gold
Some jerks are gonna call you a crazy fool
If you're not gonna do what they all do

You gotta chart the course you want
Let the sheep all laugh and doubt and taunt
Believe that when your ship heads out to sea
They’ll all be drowning in envy

Let courage scream, cuz talk is cheap
Let haters hate while dreamers dream

CHORUS
There’s a new wave rolling over that old ocean
There’s a fresh wind blowing in an ancient sky
There’ll be new sparks flying off of every fire
Until the last, lone ember dies

Who says, who says, who says it can’t be yours?
Who says, who says, who says it can’t be yours?
Go in search of more — make it yours

Well everything comes with its price
A champ is never born without a fight
You’re gonna have to take some to the chin
And lose a few before you win

So punch until your knuckles bleed
You’re Rocky, not Apollo Creed

REPEAT CHORUS

BRIDGE
Keep kicking and climbing and digging and screaming
And kicking and climbing and digging and screaming
And kicking and climbing and digging and screaming
Till it’s yours

REPEAT CHORUS