When the winds turn cold and the road turns steep,
And the silence you hold is too heavy to keep—
When they pull your strings with a painted smile,
And truth is buried beneath each guile—
Get going, get going. Stand tall, defy.
Let your conscience be your clear blue sky.
When hands are greased and morals sold,
And lies wear crowns, and the meek are told—
“Just bend a bit, it’s how it’s done,”
But you know the cost is too great to shun—
Get going, get going. Don’t trade your soul.
Hold steady the compass, protect your goal.
When fools with power mock the wise,
And wisdom drowns in a flood of lies—
When hollow noise steals sacred space,
And the real is lost in the market race—
Get going, get going. Speak with grace.
Let truth be your shield in every place.
When those around choose ease and gain,
And your path is laced with grit and strain—
When standing firm makes you the few,
And every step feels hard but true—
Get going, get going. Break that mold.
The fire within is your story told.
For storms may come and shadows play,
But dawn is built on those who stay—
Who walk with wounds yet still create,
A world more just, a kinder fate—
Get going, get going. Be that flame.
Unshaken, clear-eyed—beyond all shame.
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