Climbed mountains peaks,
And rolled upon hilltops
Just to place blocks toward your dreams,
But you have never glanced at mine.
Told your story,
And smiled with admiration and pride,
But you have never whispered about mine.
Sat through heat and storms,
But you wouldn't step past a window for mine.
Got bruises and cuts,
Just to crack a door or window for you to step through,
But you never once glanced back...
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