By Wonders 1
I climb this steep, tall, rocky and ire mountain.
I saw the birds flying pass me wishing they would take me to the top.
The mountain how dare you look so beautiful but hard to get to
The more I walk the more I notice how out of breath I am.
I looked up to the mountain wishing to be up top.
I pushed my determination and pushed aside all those tired.
That mountain will be mine when I make it to the top.