How many flights must I climb
To get to what I'm trying to find
Holding onto the rail of my strength and will
So many times have I fell

Along the way of stumbling
I reach the ledge of where I've been
Bringing me back to memory
Of the times this was much easier for me

Padding up the steps of my own truth
With the feeling that somehow I'll pull this through
I keep trying to do it on my own
One step up and two steps down

It might be because I'm afraid of heights
And what's on top that I might find
How many floors does this life hold
Can't afford to be letting go

This hand rail that holds my strength and will
Most of the time I feel I'm standing still
With feet of concrete to weak to move
Never really knowing what next to do

As I keep up with this age old climb
Out of breath as I lag behind
Where no elevators are allowed
One step up and two steps down