Am I falling or shooting to the stars,
Wrapped up in this whirlwind,
That surrounds me,
And pushing me forth.
I stop to pick up the yoke,
And to share the load,
As we walk along this road,
With the weight upon our shoulders.
It is a long path,
Through this valley.
Yet the peak is in sight,
Calling us to keep going.
We step with strength,
And hope that the struggle,
Will end with light,
Bringing forth celebration.
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