Climbing the Mountain

Climbing up the mountain

so high I cannot breathe.

You'd think from here I'd see beauty

but I can't see for the trees.

Step by step I keep going,

the grade just seems to grow.

I can even see the top yet,

how much further do I have to go?

I fight to keep on climbing

and I often slip and fall

How can I make it on my own?

I can't seem to handle it all.

Then behind me I hear a rustle

I shake waiting for attack.

And you walked bringing sunlight,

saying "friend I've got your back."

For a while we sat down talking

our different journeys became just one

for we determined to climb together

hand in hand till the journey was done. 

Then the mountain seemed only a hill

and through the clearing I now could see

there were many climbing before and behind

and many climbing the mountain with me.