At the top,
I hold on tight as the wind starts blowing
I look down to see those climbing below me.
I begin to lose my sight of the ground.
I sit at a spot impossible to be found.
I lose track of the time.
Towards the middle,
From the bottom I climbed.
Towards the middle,
My hands begin to shake.
Towards the middle,
I think of which road to take.
I look to those who climbed before.
I wish I can climb up a little more.
I help others move up from the ground.
I work my way over to see who’s down
At the bottom.