Zenith
born into hands lifting upwards
all praise the outside elements
water behind the ears
water under my bridge
this river runs shallow
I build strength
I take flight
Now is the perfect time to learn
I have these urges, I fly directions
I make mistakes, I find corrections
I am almost on my own
I am still building
Who can lift me now?
Pull ups and chin ups
How long will I ride the zenith
new projects to start
new lives to love
I am a creator
I am my own savior
This river rages on
When I cross many roads
these footprints seem old
Worn as a traveler
who never went home
I fall down, and it's a hard return
Hands lift me towards heaven
treading water thank goodness
this river is almost dry
upstream and back to sea
If I wasn't next, I will be
This I know certain
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