It was a struggle for me to fly.
Maybe because I have doubts and worries written on my back
It was a struggle for me start
Maybe because the wind was not strong enough.
I keep falling down
But that does not stop me for not to trying again
I keep getting scars
But that does not mean I will quit.
Until one windy day in May
I finally reach the top.
With awe and happiness I let the wind control my path.
I my owner waved excitedly
Finally we are free.