And the mountains were steep
And our knees broke
And our breaths grew short
And our hearts despaired
And our vision grew short
And we wanted to hit walls
We wanted to go back, run away, start
We stopped, but we never stopped still
Our lungs caught another whim of air
We remembered that our feet could still move
To the sound of laughter and music and rain
Our noses still smelt
The sweetness of nature abounded
We were not saints
And it took us a long time to know
We would probably make more mistakes
And so we hoped
That we would catch the next train
Of grace. Grass. Beauty
Our past love would come back again
We would be warm
Our cups of Hot Chocolate would be refilled
And the movie will play on. Play On
