The mountain was never meant to be climbed,
It was not raised up to be scaled

But to stand upon it's peak is sublime,
No matter how often you failed

No challenge before you has to be met,
Save to breathe and to be reborn

Yet upon the mountain some eyes become set
Without challenge their hearts are forlorn

The peak does not care if you live or you die,
The mount does not issue the call

What is it inside some hearts that must fly,
That must soar or surely must fall?