Blood, Sweat and Braille

It’s been a long, lonely climb

And I’m sweating bullets so when I reach the top

I can give this world a piece of my mind.

See I came way too far to turn back now

I made decent progress

Then stumbled down

But it was up hill both ways

Now figure that one out

As it’s one of life’s greatest riddles.

But I came way too far to just back down

In the face of such riddles because I’ll figure them out

But these things take time

So don’t count on me.

But if you must I hope you realise

I’m just 1 man

trying 2 make it

in a 3 wishes type of world

so  4give me if I don’t live up to your expectations

as I’m still pursuing my own.

Cuz I told myself that I’d be the type of man to climb mountains

Stand upon their peaks

And witness the galaxies through Earth’s pinhole camera atmosphere

But how am I to summit mountains when I can’t even conquer myself

And I swore

that I’d have a story worth preaching form the top of mount Sinai

But I’ve taken it one step further

Now I’m screaming it from Everest

Can’t you hear me from up here?

I want these words

To start a revolution so heated its like I’m bringing hell up from underneath my feet

I got this Krakatoa mentality and I’m pushin’

To have Earth spit fire like she’s spouting orange orchids from between her lips

This peace offering to gravity as it’s not the only thing bringing us down

It’s these hearts which weigh heavy

But don’t lift with your back

Its just an attempt to keep us grounded

Which shows that even God gets scared of heights.

But don’t we all have our phobias we’re told to get over

And if you want me to face my greatest fear turn me inside out

It’s this terror

Which keeps me pushing against this land slide which trying to bring me down

And if you see my reflection in the snow covered hills

I hope you know that NASA aren’t the only people shooting for the stars

That’s why I always have new wounds

And I love to trace the scars

Because they read like scripture when you close your eyes

I want to tell a story in blood, sweat and braille

This sign language is a cautionary tale

And this weak body language tells you why.

It’s for the days where my own mind could drop me 20 stories so help me.

Cuz yah, thus far it’s been a long, lonely climb

But not one that I’m meant to do alone so help me

Write a story

Worth preaching from the top of Everest

I just hope

They can hear us

From up here.