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".