Here I am,
Fourteen thousand feet above,
Heart resting in olive and dove
Under crescent moon, cloudy sky
Not a star shining bright,
Near brown and yellow armies marching, left and right
Barren land with no bloom,
Chilly winds adding to the gloom
Snowcapped giants flanking each side,
Skirting the flowing and ebbing tide.
Above crunching gravel and pebbles fine,
Why do I hear no other step by mine!
Far away you are, not in sight
Here I am, walking into the lonely night.
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