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On top of the hopeful mountain
Chasing a dream,
a vision my creators had,
we reach our beginning path,
nothing clear did I saw,
nearly in the beginning of my youth,
primary I saw mountains and great lands;
we took pace,
fathers words recited
we shall be headed for something great,
grasping my hand,
his sight on my mother,
we took motion,
climb, climb, then rush down,
to a minimal pace we stand,
great sights of clear trees,
air fresh,
was the sun as fatigue as I was?
We keep our process while it rest,
slowly as trained hunters
become familiar with the tones of trees and sand,
have to clue for the reason,
great illuminating light,
mimicking gods calling to a male in television
was so bright,
no noise from our part,
calm,
as I hear next to me my parents fast beating heart,
stomach begin an symphony of sorrow,
it crumbles,
amount of prison dinner I received,
walk, run, drop and roll, clear path,
not loosing sight,
rest in the open air,
rocks the only form to cuddle with,
fathers shirt covered my shivering soul,
my body fatigue,
as we reach a mountain,
great building in front,
light decorating the scene,
seen an unknown flag,
got the vision of stars
not only been in the heavens,
expression of fatigue erased from my life givers face,
smiles grew,
expanding its lips
from the great Atlantic ocean to the pacific,
not knowing its meaning,
vast mile walk,
reaching an unknown territory,
gaining years into mind,
definition became clear,
the meaning of the great walk,
our hunting like actions,
I know the meaning
