THE CLIMB

Kneel in this temple of virtue That I built for you A monument etched out of progress Overdue A slave to a cancer of hoping In your mild way Rekindle your spirit in water Or in flames Yeah This is a song to bring power To the meekest ones I know there is strength left inside you To be spun Reach down and grab just a little Of your native grains And savor the sweetest of juices you could taste Yeah Oh As certain as living greets dying We will carry on One season our breathing will cease and We'll be gone The twilight that glimmers in stillness Hangs and waits for you A feature that guides and delivers Perfect truth Yeah Reach out to the opposition Never show your fear Displaying the purest of motives In your tears Hold strong to what you've been feeling Let your embers burn And walk with the knowledge of power That you've earned