One day I will stand upon the mountain, on its giant overreach, Stroking the clouds, While staring down at the heads of trees. And I will say to those who come after me;
"In rain and cold weather, I climbed. The view of the victorious sun gives worth to my calloused hands. Gather your strength. Join me when you can."
And I will be steadfast, And I will be brave. I will not forget my past, On that victorious day
On day I will stand on the white shores across the seas, Next to the boat that carried me. I will smile at the dimming stars while I sleep to the hum of the steady flow, And I will say to those who follow;
"In storms and great waves, I sailed. The beauty of this shoreline has compensated what was lost at sea. Make for the edge of your harbor. Come and find me."
For now I will keep on, For now I will be brave. Until I see that glorious dawn On that victorious day.