Since I began to rise and grow,
I've seen the truth life longs to show:
The hands that lift, the ones that shove,
Both play their part, both speak of love.
The pushers urge my soul to soar,
To reach new heights, to ask for more.
The pullers, too, in shadows dressed,
Reveal the cracks, the unseen test.
So praise the cheers, and heed the strife—
Together, they are carving life.
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