For the fallen

 I stare at the mountain
It stares back at me
I will climb it
Even if it'll be
The end of me
But for the fallen
I shan't fall
I will keep going
I'll go on
I'll move forwards
I will answer the call
The duty compels me
My rightful reign
I will be the one
To decide my fate
When the night was at it's darkest
I looked at the stars
And tonight while climbing
I'll reach that which remains far
I'll witness the aurora in the skies
The borealis will shine strange
The call and duty compel me
To decide my fate
Ignore the pain
And keep moving on
For the fallen
I shan't fall
I will reach the destination
Atop the mountain of aspirations
I built for myself
And I will realize my goals
I will achieve my freedom
I will take it all
Those people, I don't need them
I will defend the broken
Parts of my soul
I will fend for me
As no one ever will
For I am my shield
I am my sword
I am my spear
And I shan't fall
For the fallen speak to me
They ask me to keep on the path
The victory I'll achieve
Even if it'll never last
Would be enough, and that
Is all I should care for
The world owes me nothing
So I shall take it all
For the fallen and the broken
I shall never fall
And even if I do trip down
I will never break
For the broken did ask me
To atone for their mistakes
And so I see the path
I see the light on top
The dancing stars in the skies
That never ever stop
Will know my name
They'll see my face
They'll acknowledge me
A simple man
Who chose to be free

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