All I’m doing is running uphill.
It’s so steep I don’t think I’ll make it to the other side.
I want to get there, I need to get there.
But I won’t make it on my own.
I need you running beside me,
Running as fast as we can to the top,
And over.
All we’re doing, is running up hill.
But at least were running together.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem