Our journey is set, we have everything
we need; our way is mapped out. We don’t
see the mountain ahead until we crash
head on into it. All of a sudden we are climbing.
scared and alone,
injured
and without a compass. We toughen up orwe die. We can give up or keep going but
we'll never be the same carefree wanderers we were.
We will bear these scars forever.
One day we find ourselves on the other sideof that range and though the steps are easier, we
are forever changed. We know now
that the road may be smooth, the scenes
serene; but tomorrowthere could be another mountain,
an ocean to cross, or a valley to traverse.
