In each step, however, shadows loom,
I cut away, dispersing misery.
With my heart on fire, I press ahead,
No apprehension can reside where trust is taken care of.
The street is unpleasant, the ascension is steep,
In any case, brave lines are all mine.
For each fall, I'll rise again,
More grounded than I've been previously
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