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The top of the world holds hope

For these two pilgrims

I’m not sure if we can

Get through this beating

This is the longest winter of our lives

We could retrace our steps - but why?

As I seek the promised land

Above the highest high

I cross my heart, hope not to die

Because I long to find

And the wind cuts to the bone

We tread through the snow

We are being driven

By a silent force

It is not for the ordinary

To enter this forbidden kingdom

But for those who want to

Bathe in the ocean of wisdom

As I seek the promised land

Above the highest high

I cross my heart, hope not to die

Because I long to find

As I seek the promised land

Above the highest high

I cross my heart, hope not to die

Because I long to find

I cross my heart

Hope not to die

I long to find

I long to find my true self