and when I reached
the mountain top
to smell the air
so crisp, rare and free,
I stepped down
back to the middle
with that pure breath
in my heart,
to feel the hearts
of those who were
still on their way up,
with a song on my lips,
the soft touch of a gentle word,
and a heart set free;
for that's where I want to be.
the mountain top
to smell the air
so crisp, rare and free,
I stepped down
back to the middle
with that pure breath
in my heart,
to feel the hearts
of those who were
still on their way up,
with a song on my lips,
the soft touch of a gentle word,
and a heart set free;
for that's where I want to be.
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