On the mountain

On the Mountain

I felt the stinging truth blowing straight across my face
And I knew the drifting frost should be hurting
I took another step to my starving dying pace
And I thought my very soul must be burning

fire with the numbing pain
Sight and sound gone weary
Deadly snow in place of rain
too real a world gone dreary

hearing through the howling wind
seeing though the snow
persevering so the mind can mend
to live and die but grow

peering for a moment
to gaze into the mountain side
I found out what hope meant
I found the courage not to hide