Looking at the ground,
I'm crying for the sky,
I know I can't hope to go,
Where I can't be found.
But when I close my eyes,
I start to fly.
The sun burns down on me,
I'm praying he'll take me away.
So very much higher,
Than the peaks above me,
I open myself, my spirit is free,
And I start to fly.
As a leaf upon the breeze
Higher than the chains of mortal man,
Surrounded by the wonders of a life I saw
But never knew,
Revealed, the hazy secrets of the mountain man,
But soon as I am here I have to go
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