There are times when money feels scarce, bills pile high, and every step feels slow and heavy, like moving through deep darkness. But even when you can only crawl, every small move brings you closer to the light and to true freedom.
I crawl through nights of heavy debt,
Where shadows hold what I have yet,
Each coin I earn goes to what’s due,
And little stays to see me through.
The path is rough, the way is dim,
It feels like dark will never end,
Yet I will not lie down and stay,
But inch by inch I find my way.
Slow as I go, I do not stop,
I clear the debt and lift the block,
Though crawling now, I know the truth,
Freedom comes to those who move.
From deep dark holes I rise at last,
Leaving behind the heavy past,
No longer bound, no longer bent,
I stand in light, my freedom earned.
Freedom does not always come with a leap. Often it comes through slow, steady effort. Even crawling is progress when you keep facing forward. Every payment, every saving, every hard day brings you nearer to the day you will stand free.
