He crawls, he falls, then crawls again
Only with purpose can he truly begin.
He struggles to kneel, struggle to feel
The beauty of life, but under life's heel.
He struggles to stand, foot and knee planted on land
He strains against the weight, he begins to understand.
He pushes against life's heel, pushing and pushing, daring to feel
He rises to his feet, overcoming life's hollow heel.
He opens his eyes, taking in the deep blue sky
He straightens his body, not yet trusting his eyes
He takes a deep breath, and lets out a sigh.
His eyes did not lie, he laughed and he cried
For he was finally free, and his heart swelled with pride.
He set out that night, guided by a full moons light
For nothing could stop him, he found his purpose in life.
Feb 27, 2012
Feb 27, 2012 at 3:59 PM UTC
He crawls, he falls, then crawls again
Only with purpose can he truly begin.
He struggles to kneel, struggle to feel
The beauty of life, but under life's heel.
He struggles to stand, foot and knee planted on land
He strains against the weight, he begins to understand.
He pushes against life's heel, pushing and pushing, daring to feel
He rises to his feet, overcoming life's hollow heel.
He opens his eyes, taking in the deep blue sky
He straightens his body, not yet trusting his eyes
He takes a deep breath, and lets out a sigh.
His eyes did not lie, he laughed and he cried
For he was finally free, and his heart swelled with pride.
He set out that night, guided by a full moons light
For nothing could stop him, he found his purpose in life.
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