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Set Go

May 3, 2023
2 min read

By Hamsini


One two three four

Looking at the track, on the top

On the left and the right

Nothing to be afraid, I’ll never stop


On the count of three

Going forward and forward

I have my own will power

And nothing can stop me

I won’t let the past hurt me


On the count of three, ready to start my race

On the count of three, ready to stand all proudly

On the count of three, let nothing stop me

Hear the cheering voice everywhere

Now catch this rhythm and dance


Let everyone say:

“Men are always strong”

Let me prove that to everyone

There’s nothing I can’t achieve


I say that and try my best

But everything will just slip

Don’t wanna give it up

I kept my word

Don’t know what to do



On your mark, ready set go

Do what you can do, what you wanna do

We fight, rest, try our best

Break it till we make it

But everything slips down

Try and get up again

On your mark, ready set go


I feel confident

I love myself

Try to love myself

I made it till this far

Don’t wanna break it


I’m on my way

Nothing to stop me

I’ll never stop racing

Never let anything break me


Now let’s be even more hardworking

Don’t wanna stop till I achieve it


On the count of three, ready on the track

On the count of three, trying to reach so high

Let nothing stop me

Now catch this rhythm and move on


I made it till this far

And I’m not gonna give up now

Just count to three


Darling the truths are sometimes hurtful

But sometimes lies are necessary

Sometimes it’s better to say lies

Let’s push aside all the bad stuffs

And look at all good stuffs god has given


Now gather all your strength

And try your best

Nothing’s wrong with failing

But try and get up again

Let our aims come true


By Hamsini




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