AT THE TOP OF THE HILL
From where I stand, it seems so high,
My struggles to climb up near the sky.
To get up there at the top of the hill,
Will take my energy, also my will.
Scrapes and bruises are a part of my quest,
Where I’d like to get for my life to be the best.
Slip I might or stumble along the way,
Giving up is not part of my game.
When I get there at the top of the hill,
Accomplished my fight for the thing I did want.