to the top;

slowly getting there
up, up, up the mountain she goes
clad in nothing but
her knickers and her soul.

she's baring everything she's got
every virtue and every pride inside
to the world she will show
who she really is
truly is.

and who will be there to greet her
when she finally reaches the pinnacle
where all her hopes and dreams lie
covered in a snowy storm.

will it be a god
who will bless her
and grant her eternal salvation.

or will it simply be the sun
high above in the sky
beating down on her its radiance.
like the radiance that blooms
from the fiery determination
in her eyes

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