I travelled to the woods in a merry mood
Each step I take was fast and strong as I could
My body then got heavy and I took pain
I have a journey going up the mountain
I climb on the boulders and I hold on tight
I’m struggling to go up, fears are on my sight
I grabbed a rock, hold on to the edge, I sigh
I’m hanged up and when I look down- I’m too high
I pondered, beginning is only a half!
To reach the top, I have to be strong enough
To start is half, to finish is another
Quitting is a way that will make me weaker
So I climb until I reach the mountain’s top
To begin and to finish, I must not stop
Once you begin a thing, you must finish it
Success is waiting on the top, do not quit!
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