All people want to be something,
Of which later people will praise and sing,
However few make it,
And the rest in the wayside sit.
As tough indeed is the way,
That is what all say,
And people have to walk through fire,
And avoid their pyre.
My ambition is to be the best,
And leave behind all the rest,
And walk through fire and stone,
All alone.
It is a very difficult road,
As many instances have showed,
To become the best there ever was,
Is not going to happen very fast.
Not easy is that wish fulfilled,
As it is difficult to build,
Castles in the air,
When evil things are everywhere.
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