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There I was,

Standing in the storm,

Walking through the dark world,


All alone. 

Light was dim,

Lamps burnt cold,

Silence all heard,

But my heart's wild roar.


Then there You came,

A gust in the storm,

With Your competitive smile,

And encouraging eyes,

"You done, already?", 

You said, with that smile.

"What more can I do?"

"Race till the top?,

You can do a lot more,

Than you know.

Have faith,

Be yourself,

And give it your all,

Are you afraid to fail?

Do you even know,

What will happen?

If you do fail?"


Saying this all,

Encouraging my soul,

You flew down the way,

Forcing me to trail.


So here I go,

Again, on my own,

Walking through the dark world,

Finding my way home,

With a glint in my eyes,

A desire to shine,

To climb the peak, 

To reach that light,

Once again,

See Your eyes.

For now I know,

Some paths,

For some time,

Are to be travelled,

All alone...


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