with quite heavy a force

You must press on my dear

you must move forth

For if we all stand still

upon the roads we travel

Then nothing is accomplished

and the world this way, shall remain

Nothing shall change

nothing shall follow

And like rocks we all shall become

So do press on, travel forth

for if we do not travel

who knows those wonders

we might never allow ourselves, to accomplish

Press forth, even when the road becomes difficult to travel.

For the glories that await you, they may be that of a miracle.