Walk shall be forth

Walk from the past

This little giant wants his dream,

Took my advice and my feet

She is to sew him to his sheet,

But he lost his curve in and his eyes.

Onwards his hands like a sailor,

Forwards his feet like a runner;

Rises off the ground like a jumper,

When finds a fissure to death,

Finds the bridge of resolution,

But never ever turned his glance.

For the pace turns walk,

For the walk turns run;

Till it comes to jumping,

And climbing to the peak of conclusion.