The same one we are all on
Some going up, others down
Many circling it round and round
Some paths in the light
Shadows covering the lost
Steady of foot but directionless
Reaching the peak never to be
To be who we are, not so easy
Paths cross, choices to make
Afraid to stumble we turn away
Back the way we came, safe
To share your paths, a risk
To be seen, for who you want to be
Worth every moment
Walk, eyes to the peak with me

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