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Departure
I see the mountain top,
A mountain top with faraway views,
Climb on, climb on,
I must reach closer.
I smell fresh air around me,
as my hands and feet find their grip to rise up higher,
Climb on, climb on,
My desires become more bolder.
I hear silence in my head,
dead silence of frightening heights,
Cold chilling wind creeps into my heart
Finding myself alone as a lonely man.
I feel sharp pains in my palms,
Palms with bloody blisters,
Endure, endure,
Soon this unbearable suffering will end.
I sense chilling wind in my back,
All things rushing away from me,
Close my eyes, close them,
as my teardrops win our race to the ground.
