My body now aches from years of pushing.
I look up and there
is a big hill infont of me. Just its colossal sight takes my
energy away along with my drive. I take a beep breath push my sore
legs as hard as I can. But I feel as if I'm moving as slow as a
turtle on the
thatís all Iím now, for it's all I can do. And now as the cars flash
bye they make the ground
shake & tremble, stiring up gusts of wind that make me loose my
and I fumble. Iím just lucky I wasnít hit, but then sometime I wish
I had been.
My soul lies heavy with hints of despair, for legs are too weak to
And now I strain to open
my eyes, as body falls to the ground.
I look ahead again
and now the steep hill has grown into an enormous Mountain!
Itís one even I canít
hope to climb, because now I cant stand and my body is too hurt to
Now stuck, itís too far to go down and Itís too high to get
But Iíve never given up, oh but this scares me,
now I want to.
With a last bust I push will all
my might, but yet I get know were. Slowly I slip and begin to fall,
for now the road has become a slick sheet of ice, and there is nothing
to hang on too.
I continue to fall looking for
just a hand,.. a hand of a friend to help me back on my feet
So I can make it , make
it up any Mountant or hill.
8/29/97 Brady Smith