Rise early
The giants in front of me
My feet move upon where I once laid my eyes
Triangle shaped, ancestral
The ridge is right on top
Cold and tired, decided to go
This fortress turns me on
Landscapes that keep repeating
They keep evolving in different patterns
They keep evolving in different patterns
They keep evolving in different patterns
High up
Witnessing the birth of a new day
As we climb to meet the sun
So far from the crowd, so close to what we are
Move upward with the clouds
At this time of mystery and hope
We know the rope is holding our friendship
Our friendship is our rope
High up

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