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Upon my mountain top crumbles down below

If I could stand upon a mountain top so high,
above the rain, angel's tears, they cry,
and view below me a rainbow bright,
the promises broken, my fatal flight...
...and realize the love i gave away,
the ones i pushed and their steady graves,
that I dug stead-fast so deep,
for heaven's darkness here to weep.
Steady shall I peer upon,
the mess I made with no apron...
...and wish shall I, upon a star,
to correct my mistakes, be who YOU are.
But alas my love, I have failed,
the ships are gone, away they've sailed.
Upon an island ever so alone,
shall peer a heart and its broken home,
and wonder as i may from my pedistole,
of this fragile creature and it's broken soul,
I shall but keep a distance, and gently heal,
watch the mask begin to peel...
...If I could stand upon a mountain top, so high,
above the rain and tears I cried,
and stead-fast I dug their graves,
for when I fell so very far away... love for you, stays just as fragile and strong, as the day we met,in the past so long...
...above the tears at which heaven cries,
a gentle word said, good-bye.

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