One ,two, three
The baby is free
He tries to walk
He tries to smile
He tries to say
Waaalk!,waaalk!
He Imagine himself a fit
He will wins the world compete
He will be that first
Who will be admired
By his parents
But he falls
He wants to cries
But he saw the smile
Of his mother's eyes
And the courage
Of his father's eyes
He says to himself
Waaalk,waaalk!
He stands again
He tries more
He gains tired
He sudden sleeps
He will try again
As he dreams
To fly as birds
Moving his arms
And get that star
Put it between it
Mother's hands
To confuse it
To be his friend
And play with it
One ,two ,three
The victory is achieved
The dreams becomes fact
Only stick by hope
Without any despaired
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