The sky, the sky, the sky-
For what worth is the sky?
What worth is the sun as it bakes my iron
Melts it molten against these sands?

Why go through the trouble?
Lamenting your adorations
While I am here?
Does my metal not shine as bright for you?

You who opened my eyes
To vibrant trees
Cascading mights
The mountains.

I needn't go so high
For your love carries me
We needn't a bastion
For you have reached such sanctuary

Sanctuary, Sanctuary
As I am.
A sentinal of steel.
To hold your hand.

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