Upon the horizon are mountains I see.
Looking down mocking you and me.
Teasing, taunting and throwing pebbles of doubt.
Whispering, “See we are what you’ll never be…”
Still, travel, climb, in frustration, scream, and shout.
Though only you know how far you’re willing to go.
Don’t quit, stop or give in.
And the mountains on the horizon that we see
They’ll soon be nothing but clouds beneath our wings.