Times long gone, call to me from their desolate haunts
Of memories abandoned, and faces forgotten
They raise their heads, from a seething sea of the past
I stood along with a host of others,
In front loomed the peak, older than our forefathers.
The aim, all had was the same,
To conquer, reach the top and earn glory, or to fade in shame.
The world chants away,
“You can reach there,” they say.
I am filled with hope,
In the darkness, for my goal, I grope.
I work with passion and devotion,
I say, “the goal is near”, and my heart fills…