| Endless in his trek and through these waves of traveled times
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| He welcomes the mountains that he has climbed
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| Determined, pushing onward with knuckles hes callused
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| His mission becomes clear in a moment of balance
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| Years spent approaching darkness, consciously spiraling
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| Smothered with radiance, yet only the darkest was comforting
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| Ascending above the decay, a beacon will illuminate the way
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| Day and night, I see the dimming light
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| That once ignited the spark that was in your eyes
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| I hope it finds you well, I hope it finds you well
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| We can sit, or we can stand tall
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| When the chance of growth seems so small
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| I hope it finds you well, I hope it finds you well
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| Ambitiously sailing a sinking ship, struggling to catch a breath
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| Let it go or stay confined as it plummets to the depths
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| Keep your mind at ease, wherever it may roam
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| Because even with a tattered sail, a strong wind can take you home
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| Illuminate the way
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| Day and night, I see the dimming light
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| That once ignited the spark that was your eyes
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| I hope it finds you well, I hope it finds you well
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| We can sit, or we can stand tall
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| When a chance of growth seems so small
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| I hope it finds you well, I hope it finds you well |