Hey!
You just can’t stop here,
It’s
not even yet the year
It’s
never a deal to stop by the way
Does
it matter what people may say anyway?
Yeah!
I never said you won’t fall
No
one is ever born tall.
Time’s
got to pass by;
Friends
are bound to waive bye
But
what keeps you going
Is
your girded loin.
You
can’t help the fall,
But
can always again rise after all.
The
journey is not for the swift,
Neither
a thing for the shift.
You
are in it,
So
like the horse’s, you hold its bit.
All
is why you began but quit
The
road to success is all but sweet.
Don’t
give the baton to failure
The
finishing line awaits your valour.
It
is not the question of who finishes first but well
You
will soon, but quite a story to tell.
