The Climb by Wunderkind

The Climb

My heart is chafed
my head hurts
my head spins round and round

The others have gone far ahead
they have climbed on Eagles wings
and mounted sprightly stallions

Those closest to me smile
and shake their heads wisely
give it up, they say.
we know you cannot make it

They try to break
the spirit of my soul

But they do not know
with every stumble
with each fall
I am getting closer, closer

Tomorrow, I shall grab that dream
my head and my heart
shall hurt no more.
Then I shall smile