'neath my cold and blistered feet,
what was running through my mind,
and why'd i choose to make this climb?
seconds, minutes, hours, weeks
on your deadly falls and peaks
through the snow and ice and wind
frostbite, sickness, bare flesh skinned.
i was nearly to the top
it was far too late to stop
was it worth it - all of this?
will the pain be gone with bliss?
up your slopes i did prevail
yet most others try and fail
whyd i make it? am i great?
was it luck? or was it fate?
whyd i choose to not turn back?
whyd i keep my feet on track?
while my toes and fingers froze
spirit, hope, and courage rose.
mountain! mountain! bathed in sleet
'neath my cold and blistered feet,
what was running through my mind,
and whyd i choose to make this climb?
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