You climb the mountain
Only to stumble and fall
Skinned knees and
Scrapped hands
You shed your tears
Catch your breath
Stand up and
Dust off
You try again
Only to fall again
Bruises and blood
More scars
You hang your head
Hide your tears
Silent screams and
Waves of doubt
You look around
No one seen
Eyes to the sky
Silence
You start again
Just another round
One more time
One more
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