Atop a hill,
Five boys with sun bleached hair,
Stare out
Towards the valley below them.
Each boy has
One desire
A desire that burns so fiercely,
It controls his spirit,
It is the commander of his soul.
Atop a hill,
Five boys with sun bleached hair,
Face the wide open skies
And stare towards the setting sun,
With hearts throbbing for adventure.
Souls captivated by thrill.
A taste of life still yearning.
Atop a hill,
Five boys with sun bleached hair,
Turn their faces towards the
Burnt red of the setting sun,
Excitement glittering in their eyes,
Hearts beating with adventure,
Veins full of adrenaline.
They challenge the wilderness that
surrounds them,
Nature stares back from every angle.
The panoramic
Beauty.
Untouched,
Unsoiled by human hands.
Atop a hill
Five boys with sunbleached hair,
Turn their faces towards the wilderness
Turn their hearts towards adventure
Turn their eyes towards the night sky
And turn their souls toward eternity.
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