The Swing That Kept Swinging
Remember to never give up, keep pushing and pushing, the more you push yourself, progress will speak for itself.
When the wind was forever whistling, the swing kept swinging. I was going higher and higher without a real motive,
I went higher than expected, I witnessed the clouds spreading apart, I witnessed the sun shining bright as expected,
As I got higher and higher life became so real, Smelling the crisp fine air has me thinking if I just keep swinging,
If I gave up now the swing will start to slow down, Then soon enough I'll be closer to the ground,
But what if I just keep swinging, hang onto the rhythm of life, Be happy and never satisfied,
The sky is within reach as long as you just keep swinging.
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