My height has stopped, my dreams feel small, life runs ahead while I stumble and fall; lost in the dark with doubts that bind, chasing a light I can barely find. Yet failure’s a teacher, not my grave, it shapes the strength that I now crave; I didn’t learn quitting from Asta’s flame, so I’ll rise through pain and play the game. Step by step, with grit as my guide, I’ll turn the tide and stand with pride.
