Trailing up, the steps to fame; take them one at a time…they always seem to stretch further. The cool stone underneath your feet invites you to stop, to rest your weary bones. The buildings, windows staring like eyes out at your defeat, tower to the skies. It is easier going down, but the reward seems not as sweet. If you only make it to the next landing, your soul would be content.
Trailing up, the steps to love; take them one at a time. The heart yearns for companionship, but no one seems to fit. Keep climbing upwards, the song of the swallow urging you to know, the one you look for is just ahead, if only you do not stop.
Trailing up, the steps to heaven; someday you will arrive. The path there is steep, many doors along the way. Take one, any one; a garden gate, a lovers’ door. Each promises rest and pleasure, but in the end, they only conspire to keep you from your destination. A gentle breeze ruffles through your hair, giving you a taste of heaven, soft and sweet, of those that wait for you. Keep faithful, one foot in front of the other; one day you will arrive.