Put an obstacle in front of me and Iâ€™ll climb over it,
weigh me down with shoes of lead, Iâ€™ll run away ever so fast.
Cut my wings and Iâ€™ll steal a plane to fly to freedom,
you halt my progress, jealous of my success.
It causes me strife and pain though I donâ€™t show it,
I know Iâ€™ll triumph at the end of the road, achieving my dreams
of lifelong success.0