The trees are wagging a war
In an ocean of wind
The night has gone darker
The more Giltery I get
The more Slippery
Climbing these days become

Hope is all I own
On a road I dare not
Name "my home"
I am just a traveler
In a part that has never been darker before

Confused and lost
But in God I must trust
That maybe one day,
The sun might burst
With fulfilling rays
Out the palms of these dark days

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The climb