A pressure on my chest
Brings out what is for my best
I open the channel
To find a shining tunnel
I walk on my four
Until I reach an open door
That asks me to stand high
For what meets me does not question why
A march that steps forward
Witnesses the disappearance of a coward
Reaching the destination with a smile full of honor
Fulfilling the meaning, accepting the offer of a one generous donor
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