Climbing a mountaintop,
You give me hope when I want to stop.
Down in the valley dear,
You give me faith when the end is near.
All through the winding roads,
You make me smile dancing on your toes.
Here and there goes the butterfly,
Reminding me of the reason why.
Whenever the sky is blue,
Grace I will always miss you.
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