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 becomes a launching place, 
A whispered hope, a forward pace. 
With every stumble, every test, 
You find the moment to invest 
In finding chances, put to rest 
The fear that binds, the doubt oppressed. 
So run the course, with steady stride, 
Where hurdles wait, and fears reside. 
For every challenge, deep inside, 
A 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 becomes a launching place, 
A whispered hope, a forward pace. 
With every stumble, every test, 
You find the moment to invest 
In finding chances, put to rest 
The fear that binds, the doubt oppressed. 
So run the course, with steady stride, 
Where hurdles wait, and fears reside. 
For every challenge, deep inside, 
A golden opening will abide.