I've taken the path less traveled as long as I've lived. Though the farther I wander, the lonelier I get. The call to comfort is stronger than ever but I know comfort will kill.

I'm not ready to die. I'm not ready to stop.

I can see the mountain grow bigger and bigger, closer and closer; though I'm not scared. If one thing is true, my resolve will carry me up the mountain.

I will make it. I will. My resolve is unbroken.