She told me I'd find who I was inside
When mountains were climbed
When mountains were climbed
Yearning fills my empty chest
Its passion moves me from what's right
To what-
I left behind,
I inhale a sweet breath
Gladioli surf the waves of my aching arms
Dragging me gradually afar
From the roots of my homeland
But still I stand
Still I stand
The Earth blessed me with its Magnolia in-sense,
Carnations twine around my arms and
Neck,
Choking me with the faith and love,
I once longed
Before I wandered
hopelessly lost
At what cost?
At what cost?
Demons laid siege and fed,
On the fruit of my Innocence Tree,
Child-
Ren
I was flying free
Now I'm dead
On the brinks of a ship meant to carry ashore,
The meaning of joy-
Which becomes distant folklore
I don't know who I am anymore
So here I stand at the foot of a mountain,
That I may never overcome,
A fire burns steadily in my throat,
My legs have many miles to run
And yet God told me,
Her voice sugar-spun,
That unless I reached higher,
And dug deeper,
Unless I spoke quieter,
And grew stronger not weaker
Unless I reinvented the person I was
I'd never know who I'd truly become
"You have mountains to climb. You have mountains to climb. And if you don't take the first step, you'll never know why"
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