I tripped, I fell, I went right down,
rolled so far nobody heard my sound.
It wasn\'t until I had stopped,
upward lifted my head and propped,
did I see the distance from which I came.
No longer young the distance it\'s not the same.
The fate I chose to choose to choose,
forge back up to see the distant views.
Climb that slope to see those sights,
and distant view those starry nights.