I am at the mountain peak
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My feet are sore, my knees are weak
Each step a little slower
Each breathe a little heavier
There is no sound but the whistle of the wind
The rustle of the dancing leaves
As the dew drowns the eager soul
I gasp for breath, I gasp for...
What is it to reach the top?
To look down at things you can never touch
The grandeur of an empty sky
The beauty of a distant shore
For what purpose do we strive?
To gain what we will soon let fly
One day we will have to go down
We cannot rest on the mountain peak
Our flesh will soon go dry
For what purpose has it lived?
Our hearts will decay to the ground
For whom has it loved?
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