Fight To the Top
The throbbing pains
rushing down my back
nothing to lose,
but everything to lack
just a little ways to go
not too far from here
we'll make it to the top
even if we're not near
then again I have not a good grip
I want to hold on tight but im afraid I may slip
my friend right below has fallen from the top
and now I can see that I am able to drop
the tears that I shed mean nothing at all
because it can seem that I will fall
but in the end it will all come to a rest '
and all that had tried will believe in the best
Copyright © Allison Evans | Year Posted 2006
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