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Mountain Climb


As the sun goes down our journey starts and our feet begin to wander

For hours and hours we hike, and over countless trails we ponder

The journey is long and its not easy, its nothing but sweat and blood for miles

But eventually we reach the top, and all we can do is stand in awe and smile

Weve made it, despite people saying to do it we would have to be insane

No flashlights, no sun, but somehow we made it to the summit, and also back from where we came

 

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