I wave my white flag and have to surrender
Held under a rock and a hard place - ever so tender
To start out so free and turn into a slave
It is how we all do behave
Repent; kneel down - always smile through the frown
For triumph is impossible without the crown
To obtain the crown we have to rise up each time we fall down
We trip - all the time; but dust ourselves off and dance - still shine.
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