To Climb

Well I watched the man up on the mountain claim he owns the sky,

And there's not a soul up there to tell him what he can't do but I'll try,

I'll make the climb, I'll make the climb,

I'll hit the road,

And when I'm halfway there I'll see how far my voice can go,

I'll tell him off,

Tell him it's mine,

And I'll be frozen from the awe that one can stand so high,

And there's but a trail to heed when following the makings of your mind,

A foot on rocky land, a step above these battered hands, I'll rise,