Snap and here you are in crisis

Stand up straight & take your first wobbly walks

See your first shade of Grey

Hear the plates crashing in the cabinet

All hands and feet inside for safety

There’s no safety anymore

Dress yourself, Son.

Take this sword and fight what you choose

Move on, wobbly walker, sword wielder

It’s up to you.

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