my journey, blessed as it has been
with you, i strive towards the top of your mountain
the air's faint, causing my lungs to ache
almost forcing me to rely on your strength
i'm at a stand-still, comfort of a plain
my climber's legs and backpack increases pain
can i stay longer, may i please rest
perhaps take a nap, my head on your chest
you push me harder, advancing on rocky stairs
and i can't convince you the joy from right here
you speak of a better view, one that's up higher
you tell me you'll carry me when i'm tired
i fear to move on, for i may slide downward
but there's so much to gain should i move onward
now you've taken my backpack and gave me your's
a lighter yoke, you say, as we continue the tour
you push me hard, like a coach or a father
if it wasn't for your smile, i wouldn't have bothered
it's a situation of having much to win or lose
thusting in you, my love, this is what i choose
© 2002 S. S. Hudson, STRTJCKT Publishing
