You wish you knew what to do
Or even what to say
Helpless and burdened
You keep walking your way
You wonder, ‘Will it ever end?’
This mountain that you scale.
The valley may have been beautiful,
But it’s always about the climb.
You struggle to hold on.
You wish to give up.
You want to go home.
You’re just tired and rough.
Your voice is coarse as you cry out for help,
But not a soul will appear to dry your tears.
Then you quieten, leave every thought aside.
To hear a voice that calls your name, faintly from inside.
The more you listen, the louder you hear.
The easier the climb, as the peak draws near.
You’re going home, though a while it may take.
But you’re determined to give your best, even before you reach.