Soaring sky high, no sight of the darkest sun. Keep you head up high, let not the blinding light make our sun dark. Chin up, focus. Its bright, its the truth, it reveals the truth.
You've stirred so long in the dark, the sun now your darkness, the darkness your light.
Run straight through the valley.
But don't stay down, take the hills. Secure from the hills, the foe lurks in the dark. The valleys locked out by darkness, the shadow of the light.
When light's filled your heart that's the safest place you'll ever be.
You can now look at the sun. Live from the hills, the hill top, the mount, the mountain top.
The large Cedars abound at the top, their scent give healing and leaves ever green. The mount top, talk with kings, their castles rightly built. They look from the mountain top and every thing, limitations and the world's cravings look small.
Use the eagle's eye. Don't touch the ground. On eagles wings, the waring winds take your side, they lift u up and take those flapping birds hiding in the trees. You soar above the winds, the troubles of others, you live above them. Play with the riches of abundant air, life excessive. The clouds would tell.
Impossible is temporary. Impossible is a dare. Impossible is a boundary. Impossible is a limit. Impossible is just a level. And it's just a word. Impossible's waiting to be proven wrong. Impossible respects the limit breaker Impossible is gonna be the past It's a matter of who's gonna make it past Impossible's today, possible's gonna be tomorrow. Between Impossible and possible's just time. Besides, the word says I'm possible.
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