Up and up the mountain goes, high up in the clouds. Up and up the mountain goes your life it can enshroud.
Some days they're taller, others smaller, still we carry on. Winding up the forlorn path hope is not foregone.
When the days get rough and full of toil, we rest to catch our breath. Perseverance and patience too, no matter how bereft.
This path will continue on and on for many a long year. But once the mountain top is reached there will be naught too fear.
Mountains appearing constantly, I fill up with disdain. Up and up the mountains goes, Up I go again...