Leslie LeAnn Cowey


Trust

How many times must I climb
Just to find
That part of you that's deep inside
Whirly winds come down on me from the peak that I cannot see
Its only mission to stop my climb but forgets it's all in kind
For the mountain does not know
What peaks and valleys begin to show
A mountain is grown rock by rock
And strong ones are the only ones sought

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