The mountains we yearn to climb

To be able to stand on top

It will take some time

Once we start climbing, it will be a drop.

The weather so often changes by the hour

It’s the forbidden lands

It has the power

To destroy you and blind you from seeing your hands.

With make shift tents and hanging over ledges

Picking through thick snows

We manage on skis and sledges

Where nothing up here ever grows.

Birds of prey take to the air in flight

We stay huddled together in our little band

Animals who live up here cling to life

All wandering around this wilderness in this no mans land.

We ride the storms until the blizzards stop

Our fingers rife with frost bite

First thing in the morning is when we will set off

There’s still no sign of the top in sight.

It’s a hobby of dicing with death

Where you risk life or limb to reach the top

It’s where you could draw your last breath

It’s down to you to draw the line and stop.