Sunday, April 26, 2009

Climbing

Climbing
Up and up I climb
Higher and higher I go
Fear of falling
So I'm crawling, though my pace
is oh so slow.

Dancing dancing
Spinning swaying
So I smile
Another mile, I'll keep on
without delaying

The rain comes down in buckets
I see no way out
And I start to drown
I am down, it is black
I am full of doubt

Sometimes there's dark
Sometimes there's light
You cling to me
Someday I'll see, that there is hope
in the night.

It's a journey
It's a battle war.
I will climb
And with time, I will get my
wings and soar.

~Me 2009~

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