Sunday, August 19, 2007

Climb and Fall

we were on a steep climb
to the top of a mountain
your grabbed my hand and lead me up

It wasn't a mountain i've climbed before
It wasn't something I could do alone

but you pulled
and pulled
and pulled me up

I thought i knew what you were doing
I believed I knew what I was doing

You were the trecker i trusted
You were king of this mountain
oh so i thought

Now we are at the top
oh so i thought
the mountain just seems to get bigger
and bigger


but i'm now liking this climb
I like that your hands
are warm
I like that your grip
is tight

suddenly you stop
suddenly you drop

I got ahead of you
I was running too

now you push
and push
and push me down

I hold on, I can see the top
but you push, now you kick

With mud in my eyes you let me fall
now i roll down this mountain

I'm bruising, I'm bleeding
and I can't stop the stumble

I know if i stop half way down
this mountain
I can never get back up
I can't do it alone

So i continue to fall
and it hurts so much

But I know one day i'll find myself
at the foot of the mountain
and I'll be able to find my feet
find my medicine and heal myself

till the next mountain i climb