The path may rise, a jagged stone,
Or shadows stretch where light has flown.
But in your spirit, bright and keen,
A hidden strength, a vibrant scene.
Each block that bars, each winding chase,
You reshape with a knowing grace.
The wall alleys a lunching place,
A whiskey hop, a forward pace.
With every stump, every test,
You find the moment to invest
In finding chances, put to rest
The bear that binds, the doubt oppressed.
So run the course, with steady stride,
Where Hurdles Wait, and Fears resides.
For every challenge, deep inside,
The golden opening will abide.


A path may rise, a jagged stone,
Or shadows stretch where light has flown.
But in your spirit, bright and keen,
A hidden strength, a vibrant scene.
Each block that bars, each winding chase,
You reshape with a knowing grace.
The wall alleys a lunching place,
A whiskey hop, a forward pace.
With every stump, every test,
You find the moment to invest
In finding chances, put to rest
The bear that binds, the doubt oppressed.
So run the course, with steady stride,
Where Hurdles Wait, and Fears resides.
For every challenge, deep inside,
The golden opening will abide.