Leaving air freezed in numb perplection,
Glitter snow adorning mountains' reflection.
At the peak of life and death's sight- is a figure of mute voice,
From where falling to die or rising in flight- is our own choice.
Over the forest, trees, and sky above-over sun, Heaven, and with love,
Eagle eyes stare at the shine of snow-reflected under heavy glow.
I've had enough experience passing through Hell like that,
I've closed enough windows to know you can never look back.
Two stars reflect sky dressed in gold, where gloom starts to fold,
Through Hell they pass-darkness dies, my eagle eyes.
Bitter cold trembles my extremities in fear sighs,
Screeching to scream- piercing to see-eagle eyes.
Gasping to talk- acting to mock, living to die- eagle eyes,
Betting with luck-breaking to lock, rising high- eagle eyes.
Waiting to act-walking to pass, shining to fly- eagle eyes,
Start to talk- and bet your luck- don't even mock-the key to lock,
Living to die- rising high- shining to fly- eagle eyes.
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Are you happy?
Keep your luck.
Are you lost?
Keep Looking Up.
Looking Up.
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