Stay holding on to the mountain cliff!
For deep down below all you will find is grief.
You have come too far above touching the sky
Imagine about all you have tolerated to come this high.
You may cry and you possibly will suffer.
But retreat is not your word, for you are a cliffhanger.

An accomplishment never comes too easy.
It’s long twisted road full of obstacles and too messy.
Let your hands sore; Let your legs be numb.
But do not be all gloomy then succumb.
Believe yourself and you can accomplish wonders.
Prove yourself mighty, for you are a cliffhanger.

You will initiate your journey as an unknown.
People will mock at you and you will be thrown.
Don’t listen to them and continue your journey
For there will be a time when you will have glee.
Life will show you the best and worst it can offer.  
Pull yourself up and reach the peak, for you are a cliffhanger.

THE DEAD LAND

Awaken, my child.

Walk with me down this path.
This muddy path.
See yonder the splendid colors which fill the evening sky.
On your right are open plains, where horses gallop and children play.
On your left, laughter and music echo from afar.
Behind that smile, you always realize the grim reality that lies down the road.
Everyday you have awakened, as you have now, and walked this same path.
But you carry on.

Dusk turns to night. All that was light is now consumed by the darkness.
Enveloped by the fear, you know turning back leads to that blissful illusion.
But that is not your path.
It is not your bliss to partake in.
You carry on.

Alone you walk, fearing not the darkness, but the trials which lurk within.
Time and time again you have faced the darkness.
Time and time again you have cursed its name, wishing for your trial to end
Regardless of victory
Regardless of death.

You know morning will come once again.
Light will destroy the darkness and comfort demolish your fear.
Until night can no longer sing his song.

You have become the terrors of the night.

But for now, You carry on.

Into the Dead Land.

Awaken, My child.