A Struggle to Light

A rope up a mountain

To a beauty of light

A cliff down below 

A darkness never ending 

If I slip it will burn

Im fighting my way up

Rocks will fall 

And make me slip

But somehow I manage

To keep my grip. 

I'll look around 

And There's so many ropes

ropes that are broken 

Ropes that are tearing 

Theres no strong rope 

Not even mine

I often slip 

Oh and it burns

As I slip further 

I hear cries

Cries that are smothered 

Smothered with darkness

At the end of the ropes

I yell down to the bottom

I yell keep climbing 

Don't give up

One rope gets thin 

and it begins to snap

but right before it snapped

I grabbed a hand

My rope became stronger

but was holding more weight

The light became brighter

And My rope I could see

was tied to most forgiving

blood stained tree