When you walk,
You walk like a flying feather,
No weight to put you down,
And you walk with faith together,
No one knows,
How many miles you have covered,
But you still flying with all your colours,
And no sign of negative will follow you,
When you walk,
The mountain will move from its side,
And the sky will fly
And the ocean will cry
But you won't dry
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