It was not meant to happen,
I thought I had control,
But who can stop something that simple,
And as beautiful as snowfall.
...
She came at day,
She came at night,
Took my heart, my soul,
She was my paradise.
...
Why I Climb
At the foot of the mountain, I stood,
Which now, I had to climb,
I had just wanted to walk before,
And this mountain was my find.
I started with my small steps
and I recalled what they had told,
Of the view of the world from above,
And the climbers who were measured in gold.
With efforts untold I reached some height,
Looked behind me, below me, to feel the chill,
So far above the world, now, I stood,
The only option I had was to climb this hill.
A tricky stone or two left me aghast,
In the smallest moment, my feet left the ground,
From so near to the peak I could taste victory,
Like a useless rock I came tumbling down.
Bruised and broken, within and without,
At the bottom I lay, looking up,
Now I just wanted to climb this devil,
Because with it I had fallen in love.