The Climb by Wunderkind
- July 13, 2017
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The Climb
My heart is chafed
my head hurts
my head spins round and round
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
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
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
the spirit of my soul
But they do not know
with every stumble
with each fall
I am getting closer, closer
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
my head and my heart
shall hurt no more.
Then I shall smile
© Wunderkind
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