Summit of a soul

With my wings on fire,
I sensed I could fly higher
Yet I stood, where I am
To remember my childhood rhyme
The higher you rise, the stronger you fall;
I was not scared of the fall,
As I have seen, almost all
But from the fall if I die,
My lies will remain lies.
It is the dirtiest sin,
To let your lies win.

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