mourn: the story from california {part one}

[part one]

 

It all began with the climb

Up, up, on top

We climbed up, up

We couldn’t, couldn’t stop

 

We stood on our heads

On our hands

Hands to hands

Five and six and seven and…

Just madly spinning, dancing on command

And we loved it

More, better, more beautiful

So we stood on our hands

For them, for them

 

Bent over backwards

Turned cartwheels, cartwheels

More, better, more beautiful

So we stood on our hands

For them, for them

 

Swifter, stronger, higher

Grace of an angel

Passion and fire

We climbed up, up

 

We couldn’t stop

Pitched back and forth
Hurtling through air, space, time

Victory mine, victory on my mind

We fly, we fly

 

But
Even angels fall, crash from the sky

No, no, no, fly!

More, better, more beautiful

Fly higher!

 

It all began with the climb

Up, up, on top

We climbed up, up

We couldn’t stop

We couldn’t stop

Fin

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