| the mountain...page two | ||||||||
| You let go Not realizing that in letting me fall You lost the one chance of saving yourself And who was the more surprised to be falling? There you were hanging, slipping further and further down, shocked and stunned to find that suddenly you had lost a part of yourself and had not the strength to climb back up While on the other side I hung, fueled by the burning pain and asking why, pulling myself up little by little I was the stronger of we two who could have known? And finally, after years of climbing out of my misery I stood again atop the mountain of life Stood strong and tall, on my own, though still wounded and aching from the fall And looking down I saw you there still hanging slowly slipping And I offered you my hand A chance to be pulled up To use my strength And see once again the beauty in the world You reached slowly unsure I pulled but you resisted I offered but you refused Why? Because you know me I am trouble I am danger I am the one thing that you fear You fear me in so many ways If you let yourself be pulled back up You have to face that I am stronger than you Your pride just won't allow that If you let yourself be pulled back up You wonder always if I will betray you Push you back down Your untrustworthiness will not let you trust me If you let yourself be pulled back up You worry that you will knock me off again Have to stand and watch me fall See me hurt again by you And be left alone on top of the world Lost And is it your love for me or for yourself that keeps you from it? And here I stand On top of the mountain Beautiful and strong And you hang on the cliff Too afraid of me to move Heather Dawn Morrison |
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