We scale the slope of the mountain
Not knowing the risks that we're taking.
The rocks are sharp, unforgiving
The scars they give, everlasting.
The wind chill is 30 below
almost as cold as our hearts
No remorse for our decisions
Only the goal in our thoughts
With pick axe in hand we climb high
Our goal... the sky.
I'm still climbing this mountain
The goal not yet in my site.
An endless slope of frozen dreams
All to cold to free them
An icy mirror of broken themes
One slip is what will end them
love's embrace long forgotten
I keep on climbing
My soul is black within
I'm just slowly dying.
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