Like a real ninja warrior I persevere onwards
My sword is drawn
And my pants are torn
It doesn’t matter which road I’m on
As long as I make it there
Before the crack of dawn
The crack of Dawn
Tufts its clouds over me
And wrinkles my countenance
Like a canopy
It breaks the sun rays
And bellows
“Shine, my son!”
“Shine, before the sun outshines you, my son!”
So I defy gravity
By boarding a plane
I walk through walls
On the saddle of a crane
‘Any means possible’ will do
Divine and mortal too
And at last I beg the heavens
Don’t drench my armor in rain
Let my thirst for glory be quenched
As I sojourn new terrains
When they come to say my name
Let it be in merry refrain
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