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The song Overcomer by Mandisa practically describes this song perfectly. She sings about overcoming obstacle in life and to keep going no matter what. That's also the message Henley was trying to get across in his poem, although that was more directed at himself while the song is directed towards everyone.

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Music video by Mandisa performing Overcomer. (C) 2013 Sparrow Records

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Invictus actually means "undefeated" in Latin and that's what Henley was trying to get across to the readers. He was suffering from a disease and wrote this while he was in the hospital. He writes about despite being beat down or being in a really bad spot in his life, he will conquer it. He describes overcoming whatever is in his way and being a fighter

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Out of the night covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is loddym unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishmens the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.

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The song Unique by Lenka revolves around being yourself and who you are as a person. This fits with the poem because each person in the poem are themselves in their own way. They have something special about themselves. That is also something else about the song. Lenka sings about being herself and being okay with that.

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Whitman writes about how he hears America singing and describes in detail what he means. He talks about the different ways different people sing in America like the carpenter singing as he measures planks or how the mother singing at work. He mentions that each person how their own way of singing that belongs to them and that makes them unique.

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I hear America singing, the varied carols I hear,
Those fo mechanics, each one singing his as it should be blithe
and strong,
The Carpenter singing his as he measures his plank or beam,
The mason singing his as he makes ready for work, or leaves off
work,
The boatman singing what belongs to him in his boat, the
deckhand singing on the steamboat deck,
The shoemaker singing as he sits on his bench, the hatter singing
as he stands,
The wood-cutter's song, the ploughboy's on his way in the
morning, or at noon intermission or at sundown,
The delicious singing of the mother, or of the yound wife at
work, or of the girl sewing or washing,
Each singing what belongs to him or her and to none else,
The day what beloings to the day- at night the party of young
fellows, robust, friendly,
Singing with open mouths thier strong melodious songs.

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I chose the song Vanilla Twilight by Owl City to represent this poem. He sings how he thinks of who he's sings about a lot and is very passionate about them. The lyrics itself are poetic in a way and I think that kind of goes along with the topic. He doesn't outright say how much he loves this person in the song, however he describes how he feels about them and anyone can tell that he has strong feelings for them.

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Owl City - Vanilla Twilight (Official Music Video)

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Browning's poem talks about how much she loves a certain person. She describes her love for this person in the poem to express the joy and emotion she gets when she feels for them. She says how her love for them gives her a reason to go and a purpose. Browning's also says how she'll love them even better after death. It's pretty hardcore love, I gotta say

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How Do I Love Thee? By Elizabeth Barrett Browning

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How Do I Love Thee? By Elizabeth Barrett Browning

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How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My sould can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the end of being and ideal grace.
I love thee to the level of every day's
Most quiet need, bt sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for right.
I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seem to lose
With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.