From a boy crying for help,
to a man extending his arm,
from a boy left with his thoughts,
who felt like she should except death,
and lay to rot,
to a man with his mind above all,
above clouds with telescope looking down,
there were scurvages with my self,
there were clouds of rain,
there were roads with dust,
from those times where i left,
and just escaped,
i always thought and somehow knew,
i would come to this,
above this cloud, above the rain,
the way up was hard,
hail colliding against my gaze,
but now im here looking down,
perched here, in this seat above all else,
there are others here,
others coming,
there are ones above,
who have reached the end of there journey,
but still watch down,
over us over them,
i am just so glad,
i didnt force myself to a qick and bitter end,
leaving my family behind,
would just be a sin,
now look at me now i just got through,
now this journey is just about to begin,
ill let you in, ill let you in,
ill extend my hand,
dont pull me down,
come in, come in....
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