When the air touches your face
you feel the world embrace
your soft skin collides with life
all your sorrow pain and strife
slips away with the cold breeze
you can hear the wind in the trees
but your sweat still runs hot
on top of this rock
you reflect on the climb
wishing you had more time
to breath in the valley below
because soon you must go
onto the next hill
where life is no thrill
because the top is so far
and its getting to hard
to climb with a smile
keep going the extra mile
don't stop till you reach
the valley underneath
for when you get up so high
you realize your just fine
because the reward of it all
is more than the risk of the fall
so you will climb the next mountain
stretching you limits for the fountain
of youth that we all seek
because your growing oh so weak
but your hopping to catch your breath
so you may see all the world before the valley of death.....