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finncullenThe wind picks up and every step along
this narrow path is harder than the last.
It's high, and fine, the storm is wild and strong,
And each step leads me further from the past.
I chose to walk away, I chose this course,
And each step takes me into the unknown
But will I safe arrive? Gusts of great force
Would see me headlong from this path be thrown.
And is it worth the walk. I do not know -
I fear my grip on certain things grows weak
And if my fingers slip, they'll fall below
And life without those things is cold and bleak.
The walker's potion helps him brave the height
But ties up words, and wits and soaring dreams
So is the promise of a far off light
Worth stories killed and stifled silent screams?
this narrow path is harder than the last.
It's high, and fine, the storm is wild and strong,
And each step leads me further from the past.
I chose to walk away, I chose this course,
And each step takes me into the unknown
But will I safe arrive? Gusts of great force
Would see me headlong from this path be thrown.
And is it worth the walk. I do not know -
I fear my grip on certain things grows weak
And if my fingers slip, they'll fall below
And life without those things is cold and bleak.
The walker's potion helps him brave the height
But ties up words, and wits and soaring dreams
So is the promise of a far off light
Worth stories killed and stifled silent screams?
