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This is a story about a young man

A boy who defied all odds

Branded as a dumb and a cripple

So let me tell you why Sisyphos was wrong

Wrong

Wrong

Wrong

Run

Run, run, run, run

From the moment he was born

Nobody believed in him

Everything he touched felt wrong

The other kids were tyrannizing

A little girl saw more

A little girl knew what to say

She pushed him in the right directions

With three words of affection

(Run Forrest, run)

Run against prejudice

Run against prejudgement

Run against your inner demon

Walk around that big black stone

Defy the shackles, don't give in

Every step is a price to win

Recoil is part of the shot

Throwback was a lesson taught

Even if you're never done

It's worth

Run Forrest, run

And he kept on running

Never a goal in mind

Taking on the challenge

With a big fat smile

While he had no goals

The results were tremendous

Crafting beauty out of the stones

Obstructing his way

Never bitter

Never envious

Run against prejudice

Run against prejudgement

Run against your inner demon

Walk around that big black stone

Defy the shackles, don't give in

Every step is a price to win

Recoil is part of the shot

Throwback was a lesson taught

Run against prejudice

Run against prejudgement

Run against your inner demon

Walk around that big black stone

Defy the shackles, don't give in

Every step is a price to win

Even if you're never done

It's worth

Run Forrest, run