I had a look at the towering sky,
It created
in me a budding desire,
One day I will
be kissing that high,
Inside kept
burning that fire,
In my dreams
I could see,
Myself sleeping
on the clouds,
I touched
the moon, kissed the sun,
I could fly
in peace all around,
That day
finally came indeed,
I tried to
climb out of the hell,
Standing tall
the Everest bellowed,
Can you make
your dream real?
So began my
tryst with destiny,
My knees ached
and asked to stop,
But the
heart beckoned to carry on,
I could hear
the call of the frozen top,
I braved the
chills, faced the winds,
Sleeping and
eating at thousand feet,
I tasted
snow, I drank the ice,
Went on
though my nose began to bleed,
The wind
tried to stop my ascent,
Filled snow
in boots, snow in my clothes,
Could hardly
see, could barely breath,
Snow in my
eyes, snow in my nose,
But I kept
pushing on and on,
My courage
never allowed me to sag,
For this
dream I wanted to live,
The dream I lived
as I planted my flag,
And up there
did I ponder,
If a man can
overcome the odds so big,
Why is it
hard for peace below?
Why songs of
love are hard to sing?
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