up to the mighty hill, i climb
carrying my feelings deep inside.
to journey up the mighty hill is what i strive;
the rocky and steep paths lead me astray,
away from the peak to which i long to see.

with my stubby legs, i keep my pace,
for to reach the peak of the mighty hill
is what keeps me sane.

i journey up the mighty hill,
stumbling along as i clung unto
the feeling of hope.

the trek to the cruel and tiring mighty hill was taking a toll on me;
i sometimes fall, cry, and thought that it was the end for me.

my cheeks flushed and my eyes filled with tears, i picked myself back up, continuing along my journey.

the journey up to the mighty hill was tough,
but after hours and hours of trying-- i finally reach unto the top.

with all the feelings i had, i earnestly shout.
i hoped for an echo, even the faintest sound.

the beautiful scenery welcomed my eyes, stars and moon peered from above, watching as the breeze of the quiet and cold night caressed my trembling figure.

i lie waiting on the freezing ground
but alas, nothing ever came back to me.

the mighty hill stayed as silent as it can be.