Look to the highest mountains
With the brightest star descending down upon them
And there she was
My grandmother
She was right there

Into the lowest valleys
On the darkest of days
She’d still be among you
Bright eyed and wide smiles

Now that she’s gone
There’s no place she won’t be
Close your eyes
She’s the finger’s running through your hair
She’s the cool summers breeze

She’ll take your hand when your took weak
She’ll walk you down your broken roads
All your winding paths
She’s the eagle
On the mountains peak





 
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