• I run, I walk, I skip, I crawl,

    But there is one thing I can't do at all.

    I look and listen for this chance,

    But still, not yet.

    I take the last breath of hope I had,

    and trip, I fell, where is that chance?

    Now I cannot run, or walk, or skip, or crawl,

    For there is one thing, I have fallen.

    I take another breath, wait for the chance,

    spread my wings and flap, flap, flap.

    Now I look over the hard times ahead,

    and remember when I couldn't fly,

    and when I had thought, I'd fallen through the sky.