It's a long, long climb
For legs so lame
Working back to the top
To the top of my game
I'm hanging in
With a climber's grip
My hands are sweating
Won't let my fingers slip
I'm going till I reach
Mountaintop
I'm working hard
I'll never stop
Never stop
Excelsior
To mountaintop
To peak, to tor
My feet are blistered
Old scabs bleed free
I won't quit now
No stopping me
The summit sighted
My far-off goal
Almost there
But I am not whole
And I'm going till I reach
Mountaintop
I'm working hard
I'll never stop
Never stop
I try my best
To mountaintop
To finish and rest
Struggling, fighting
This uphill war
The last is the roughest
Can't take any more
Collapse in the dirt
Dejected, infected
By spirit of despair
The prince of the air
But I'm going till I reach
Mountaintop
I'm working hard
I'll never stop
Never stop
I fight the fight
To mountaintop
And into the night
Then out of the sky
Your hand stretches down
You're lifting me up
From cold, rocky ground
Dusting me off
Saying You're proud
Giving me courage
Warmth like a shroud
And we're going till we reach
Mountaintop
I'm working hard
You'll never stop
Never stop
Your love, I see
To mountaintop
The end, with me
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Rhyme & Reason - Poetry
PuisiTwenty poems you won't want to miss. "I wrote a book of rhyme and reason, of simple words for time and season." A best-of compilation, containing selected entries from my previous works: Poems of the Left Hand, Spring and Light, and Ecru Skies. Also...
