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At the top of the world where the tallest empires fall.

The highest cloud where dreamers learn to fly tall.

On the Bottom of all were sunlight does not shine.

As thunder blasts, roars, claiming the sky.

I ride that one falling star, losing all my hopes in time.

At the end, a whole new begins.

Where the water cannot stop the fire from burning inside.

In a kingdom far away, a carpenter sits and chips away to design at his own desire.

Born, a soul so strong to withstand the blaze of gunfire.

A tree, planted, able to withstand the blaze of fire.

On the top of the world, the tallest empires crumble.

Like runners, running the race to win and stumble.

To have what it takes, and have your courage breath.

Losing it in a mist of greed.

The Requiem of reality would be, to have so much faith behind one hope.

Like the air always freezes and clouds never float.

Managing to hang by a thread when the world cuts the rope.

Waiting for a yes, the answer is no.

Keep trying until you can't try anymore.

And the outcome of your weakness is what you will be heading toward.

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