I'm learning to ride a bike,
And I'm learning to fly on my own,
And I'm learning to sing,
Not to cry, when I fall,
And I'm learning not to give up,
As I ride though life,
And I'm learning to try try try again,
To get back up on that bike,
And I'm learning (although it sometimes really hurts me) ,
Not to run away from pain,
And I'm learning to fly high,
While, I speed through the hills of life,
And I'm learning that it's much,
Much easier to look ahead at my future path,
Then looking in my mirror,
To see the past.
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