Your body is frail. You look pale. And already I can tell that you're ready to give in but don't let that idea sink in. Get out there and go win. Don't allow the kick in the shin to get you down. Inside you're a tiny little clown waiting for your moment to shine. In hindsight, you already know what to do. Just get out there and prove it to the world. Full of life, full of color, just what were you born under. You're so full of thunder and plenty of wonder. No one knows what to do when they look your way because they're not used to having someone who is loyal. No time for judgment.
