Triumph

Leaving all of the pain 

Out of the way

Gotta make it right 

'Cause I am better than that 

Doubt and constrain

Played with my brain

Now I am goin' clean

Make sure the lights are gonna turn green

I am marching my track 

Up to the crack

Little can stop me

I am feeling lucky

You won't be decieved

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Celia Wilson

Struggles to success

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