Made of Copper

Place me on a platform 

made of copper. 

Gold is too good. 

Hold me up, 

hold me high. 

Promise to never set me down. 

On my own feet. 

I wish to see the sky 

without distraction. 

What do they do on the other side?

Do they stare back?

Please don't lower me. 

I wish to see you, 

but I cannot risk being dependent 

on another. 

See me. 

Understand me. 

Life me high. 

Hold on tight. 

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