The hill is high, the air is light.
Every step is, however, how one wins.
The globe could push; the path could bend.
This is not, however, the conclusion of your narrative.
You hold the fire, illuminate the way.
Your ascension cannot be robbed by any storm today.
So, lift your heart; disregard the anxiety;
Your breakthrough existence draws near.
Ascend constantly; keep forward.
The top is waiting there for you.
Still Me 
