Standing on my own two feet
On the top of a mountain I've reached it's peak Far down below in the valley with town People go about their business Making their rounds UP HERE I STAND, TALL AND ALONE The wind at my back The mighty sun shone I scream toward the heavens at the top of my lungs I've climbed the ladder Each one of its rungs Thanks be to God for such sweet spledor The cloud dancing peaks Are a sight to remember The rays of light cast shadows and brights In valleys and crevices I bow to such might The descend I begin, slow and sure footed Back to the people Who join me they wouldn't As careful as I may try and try to be I slip and fall Oh woe is me And the people below hear not of my screams My bones they are broken Skin ripped at the seams Cursing and crying I cry to the Lord "How could you do this? What is our accord?" Smiling and serene it answers me back "You set yourself Such a treacherous track "And now you curse me after blessing before How can you doubt? How are you not sure?" At that point I saw the truth through the lies In spite of the pain I attempted to rise Asking for strength I crawled down the hill My body survived By sheer force of will Not only just mine, but the Lord's from on high It will help when we ask From the first till we die
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