High mountains
made of snow
its usualy only where
Sherpas go
Tall ceiling
to the world
top altitudes
the clouds unfurled
And now we're in Nepal
ans how we try to breathe
above the stations we're born in
the shadows we want to leave
Now we're tall
climbing up
and to the eagles
we lift a cup to
Now we're in Nepal
when do we stop
from rising up
you know we'll never drop
Top of high
small below
and frozen footsteps
we do not show
Moment there
we do not share
with anyone
at the moment we do
its gone.
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