I climb the stairway, the stairway of life.
With eleventy tacks and spike.
It bruises my fingers and mars my toe
But I keep scaling, to reach my goal.
Intermittently I find myself,
surrounded by dim and gloom.
Thought of termination, matches the mood.
For is it really worth,
To keep climbing,without the sight of glow?
But then, a light dazzles infront of my eyes,
Extends a hand and tells me to fight.
To never halt, for that isn’t right.
And then I rise from the gloomy dome,
Mount myself to reach my goal.
For there are no escalations in the stairway of life,
You have to climb yourself and make things right.
