From far and wide men tread their foot,
Their constant goals of faith like root.
Arduous walk through the mountain height,
As long the sky bring brought the light.
For every tale that all would dare,
Their constant heart that burn with flare.
The mountain heeds to those that tread
The sacred grounds the journey lead.
When will the day for men to fall,
Does this lack such faith for you to stall?
Would one as such the brave and bold
Be force to end by sick or old?
Why does men fear that cannot act?
Doubt carries the sun and that’s a fact.
For if you turn from goal and end
Then you aren’t part of the greater men.
The mountain has called, do you reply?
Or simply waste away before the sky?