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Isnât it a masterpiece? The sun is shining down on me
The gentle breeze is blowing and my heartâs alive
Isnât it a sight to see when clouds are rolling in on me?
The fog is much more present and my eyes are tired
I may not know where this life is taking me
But I know that Iâm taking this life
As Iâm climbing this mountain
Iâm looking for the highest of heights
Iâll sing and Iâll shout
And Iâll lift my voice through these clouds
As I sing and I shout, You hear my voice calling out
I know with no shadow of doubt: You made me
Isnât it obscurity? This life I planned so perfectly
Isnât quite the same as I envisioned before
Desires flowing out of me were planted very purposefully
It almost makes me wonder, âWhat else is in store?â