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I’ve stumbled on the cracks that cross the road,
But every time I rise, I shift the load.
They say the way is long and battle-torn,
But I am built to push and not be worn.
The loudest voices swear I’ll break the spine,
But I have bent the rules and crossed the line.
The heavier they stack the weight of doubt,
The stronger my resolve to push it out.
The walls they build are made of cards and glass,
I walk right through and watch the fragments pass.
I feel the fire burning in my veins,
Each stone they throw I carry on, not in chains.
The walls they build are made of cards and glass,
I walk right through and watch the fragments pass.
I feel the rhythm beating in my bones,
I turn the world I’m given into my own.
The loudest voices swear I’ll break the spine,
But I have bent the rules and crossed the line.
The heavier they stack the weight of doubt,
The stronger my resolve to push it out.
The walls they build are made of cards and glass,
I walk right through and watch the fragments pass.
I feel the fire burning in my veins,
Each stone they throw I carry on, not in chains.
The walls they build are made of cards and glass,
I walk right through and watch the fragments pass.
I feel the rhythm beating in my bones,
I turn the world I’m given into my own.
