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17 January 1995

the Mountain

we were put on this earth to climb a mountain
they call it the Mountain of Life
and it's steep and it's ever so far to the top
and to climb will bring trials and strife

there will always be those who give up early on
and walk circles until they die
but the real man is he who in sweat and in tears
looking up says "At least I will try."

this man as he climbs will slip sometimes and fall
bringing scorn from those watching below
who will laugh and will sneer at the loser they see
as if they were the ones to know

then the fallen stands up and turns from the crowd
looking up to the mountain above
and he hears a soft voice say "You'll make it, my son,
if when fallen you ask for my Love."

 Here's one for ya.   go find yourself.   late again   skys passing wave raining clouds and offer healing sun   où es-tu   dim Mornings in the underground   memories   squirming on the bath room ceiling   open   the faces on the side walk pass me by   life and living   Song of Peace   from Time   the Mountain   My Father   so i painted a red cross on my chest   my living eulogy   my plastic house   alone again   frustrating   the Song of my heart as it grows and changes   In Dark Brick Dungeons   clanteba mortillia   Lonely is   my call to this Omnipotent generation:   friend (and, by now, even brother)   my PCC   Our Garden   Cognoscente   The Home   careFree   the Children   full moon   if I were a Painter   For You   Caterpillar March   Prison   As I Went Walking   Norwegian Cockatrice Lampposts   Departure   or   The Falling Apple   Peace