HALT

Put an obstacle in front of me and I’ll climb over it,

weigh me down with shoes of lead, I’ll run away ever so fast.

Cut my wings and I’ll steal a plane to fly to freedom,

you halt my progress, jealous of my success.

It causes me strife and pain though I don’t show it,

I know I’ll triumph at the end of the road, achieving my dreams

of lifelong succes...

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