When I hear that timber in your voice,
Saying it's time to give it all up,
And there is no choice,
For that moment because there is no changing,
What you feel,
Just as there's no way of altering your reaction,
When you leap from flying to where you kneel.
But I have learned through experience,
That such landings are simply to prepare,
Weary bones and knotted muscles,
For another leap into the air,
Because you're alright,
No matter how you seem,
The fire without comes from the fire within,
And I'm honored that you've let me in.<\blockquote>
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