I have mountains to climb
Don't have time, to stumble on pebbels.. Don't want to sit, when I can turn the tables.. How can I stop, to get stuck in sorrow? Why should I lose, the moments I can't borrow? Why would I Play in grass? When I've wildness of Jungle.. When I have mountains to climb.. Why would I fumble? How can I have, time for rusty past? drowning in something that didn't even last? I have mountains to climb, I have sea to sail Should I be listening to that chitter-chattered tale?