Run Baby Run: The Journey to Heights
A Reminder to Hustle
Life lately said that!
Run, baby, run,
You don’t need to be a writer to write,
Just speak your truth, and let it ignite.
You don’t need to be a fighter to fight,
But stand tall, let your heart be your light.
Have a might, and hang tight,
Even when the world feels out of sight.
When the time is right,
You’ll soar to heights that feel so bright.
The road is tough, but you’ll find your way,
With every step, you’ll seize the day.
The power’s within, don’t doubt or stray,
Your journey begins with each new play.
So run, baby, run, don’t hesitate,
Embrace the challenge, step through the gate.
Your destiny’s calling, don’t be late,
Rise above, and celebrate your fate.
The heights are yours, just take the climb,
Your strength and will are truly sublime.
The world awaits, it’s your time to shine,
Run, baby, run, you’re bound to redefine.
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