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Miles behind me now

Hands worn, brow still damp

I've climbed through doubt and fear

To reach where I now stand

But the summit isn't stone—

It's made of all I've left behind

This higher ground

This moment found

Every breath feels real

Every sense alive

This higher ground

Where I belong

All the pieces fall

Into place at last

The path wasn't clear

The summit lost in clouds

But something pulled me on

Through silence, through the crowd

Now looking down I see

The mountain was inside

In the silence between heartbeats

I found the voice I'd lost

Every scar became a compass

Every fall, a bridge I crossed

This higher ground

This moment found

Every breath feels real

Every sense alive

This higher ground

Where I belong

All the pieces fall

Into place at last

This higher ground

Where I belong

Higher ground...

At last...