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I made you stand so that you could see
beyond the horizon,
but you ignored me, stepped on me
and continued your ascent.
With effort and sacrifice
I helped you to take flight,
but you forgot my roots,
my heart, my longing.
No matter, I'll still be here,
holding your weight,
even if it hurts and weighs me down,
I'll be your stepping stone, your endeavour.
Because deep down I know
that when you reach the top
you will remember my help,
my love, my esteem.
And at that moment
it will be enough for me,
to know that I was part of your flight,
even if you hurt me like this.