Peace, is marooned in the clouds
On the mountains I’ve forged
From the mud and the stones
From the slightest of knolls
I have chiseled the impassable heights
All the cliffs, I am destined to scale
Peace of mind
Is too great of a climb in these eyes
That build and build
Upon the mounds of my fears
Yet the heights will crack
And topple with ease
At the first fearless step
At the utterance
Of onward and onward

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