With the cold winds brushing
All over my face
I walk out, feets hushing
With my small pace.
The journey is unknown
The path a new find
I hope the destination is known
For people are not too kind.
Yet slowly I pace ahead
Carefully, meticulously
Making sure the rules are read
At least eventually.
No, I won\'t take a shortcut
I do not depise hardwork
I agree that I am hurt
But I still believe in luck.
Everything I dream about
Shatters in the morning
So I say something aloud
That soothes me in the evening.
Dawn to dusk
Sunrise to sunset
I found a new mask
Everyday for my soul to rest.
And you may call me weird
But guess what I achieved it.
I climbed the mountain and
reached the peak. Not the pit.
I now remember the hardships I faced
They made me a rock
And here I stand at the peak
Looking at the miles beneath.