Every time I try to walk
I hit another roadblock
There is always a new wall
And a sergeant holding a clock
I obey the orders
I go till the end crawling
Then I try to stand
Cause I am not afraid of falling
In the end, I manage to stand
With muddy bruised hands
But, every time I try to walk
There is always a wall .. tall as it stands
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