Sunday, December 7, 2008

This mountain is vicious, it circles miles around.
And it goes even higher, when viewed up and down.

When I dare to look up, I see where I once stood.
To return where I landed, in a place not as good.

I cannot find the reason, the purpose or cause.
But I'm hearing a song, which so lovingly calls.

It tells me to stand up, and to climb once again.
Because its my journey, and I've not met its end.