Song Of The Wielders

Standing on the mountain top
The world looks very small
They're watching me, but they can't see
How scared I am at all
What if they notice I'm just making
All of this up as I go?
All my fears cloud the frigid air
Like flurried falling snow
Standing on the mountain top
Never thought that I'd belong
I wonder how I climbed so far
And proved myself so wrong
What if there's something I can do now
That I'm way up high?
Could I learn to be a better me?
I guess I'll have to try