Drop by drop, the glass is close to full
Uneven surface that dances to the rythm that the tap plays
I look as the liquid reaches the border, and starts spilling,
free from its hold, free to take the shape it wants: None
Shapeless, bondless, boundless!
How I envy, how I crave that power!
To escape from the moulds, to shape my own fate!
As the mason works the stone, I will face my future
As the artist paints the picture, the musician plays the song, and the fighter wins the fight
And thus, pride follows, pride for what is yours, what you earned yourself
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