The song of lament is best sang in the valley. A place that shields my sin and hopeless plea. There may be such an accomplished victory there than the peak. A place when I can't see retreat in any place else and where sorrow demands a ray of hope. The place I cannot escape my fears and run away from trials and tribulations, a place where my soul begs for mercy and enlightenment. A place sadness and the silent whispers of prayer is shouted to the mountain top.
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