The steep road is near—
A dwelling of hope and fear,
At last, the Light's here.
The steep road is near—
A dwelling of hope and fear,
At last, the Light's here.
I'm sorry—
Sorry that I keep getting stuck in that well;
Sorry for always relying on your rope;
Sorry for putting all my guts on display;
Sorry for influencing you to decide like me;
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