1) I keep saying "this is the last one", then climb 'til ten,
And my hands are sore, won't open again.
But hey- chalk dust, bruises, bits of skin,
Every flake means I did not give in!
2) Some days I feel lighter and other days I'm stronger,
Regardless of the pain, I find that I can hang longer.
Finishing a climg feels like a beuatiful art,
Makes me feel alive and grateful at heart.