I got gapingly stare at her face
Admiring her boldness
And her grace
With the Summer Sun beaming down
I would love to reach your crown
The destination
Is just the journey's reflection
Of the slopes I have climbed
Of the views I saw go by
Of the flowers sent so sweet
Of the icy, snow 3 feet deep
And this uphill battle I will not stop
Until I have reached the very top
Not until I could see
All that could have been
Dec 14, 2014
Dec 14, 2014 at 11:39 PM UTC
I got gapingly stare at her face
Admiring her boldness
And her grace
With the Summer Sun beaming down
I would love to reach your crown
The destination
Is just the journey's reflection
Of the slopes I have climbed
Of the views I saw go by
Of the flowers sent so sweet
Of the icy, snow 3 feet deep
And this uphill battle I will not stop
Until I have reached the very top
Not until I could see
All that could have been
