A beautiful storm rolling in and out of sight
Tug-o-war with the wind in the black and blue
Curtain calling stars playing myths we once knew.
Summer night air and fall falling stars,
Promise of spring when winter won't part.
Silhouetted trees that dance with the breeze
Leaves bow with each breath, leave them if you please.
Brain fog building nebula of mind,
Imagine all the stars to be born when you find
The gravity of the situation pulling in and down,
But we've got such a pretty view from this Earthly ground.
Try as they might this won't seal your fate,
Watch old Luna to elucidate,
Train hell hounds to be your blood pup,
Let constellations guide you, just keep your head up.
So walk from the city and hike it up this hill,
At the top you'll find something, I promise you will.
At the highest mountain is where the stars shine bright,
And stars are best seen in the darkest night.
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