I have walked away and still,
the greatest pain remembered,
is of those who live there still.
The climb is hard. No sherpas near,
the road is feared to long.
The journey is forbidden,
and many found not strong.
I have seen the face of death here.
I have heard it's gurgling cry.
I have walked drenched in the blood of others.
I've seen death pass me by.
I've known that i was next, if i didn't play it right.
I've even welcomed death,
to bring peace unto my eyes.
Oh come oh mighty healer and take away my pain.
For though I am forgiven,
I cannot take the shame.
Take me, not them.
Make my blood fall in rivers,
but let theirs stay within.
Beat me until i cannot stand
and call me as you will.
But let them be to free and fly.
I cannot stand the shame.
But please oh please don't take then,
just let their peace remain.
And so let it be.
