My walk up the mountain is intense,
Yet, I continue to climb
The storms rage their fury upon me
I long for your wings to surround me.
At times I falter,
falling exhausted unable to carry on
I long for you to come to me
with your eagle wings to carry me
I climb higher my strength a dying fire
I look up unsure if you I'll find
In the distance I see a shadow
It is cold and unfriendly
You I no longer know
The storms bring the rain
My heart aches with the pain
I look for the wings that once brought me shelter
I remain alone
The future unknown
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