When I climb

The road to climb may start broad But gets narrower to the top A lot of times you get so high The position pricks you cause it's thinner And the weight ain't changed either But time heals and you get tougher As your sole can now endure the pierce that comes with heights. This becomes your pride But becomes why those you left behind see you glance with cold eyes. He said, sounding so wise Although with teary eyes But still with such a smile Then I whispered my reply To what might be the story of his life "I don't care, I'd still climb..." "...better you by my side".