As I was riding down the path
I took a look ahead
And what I saw in front of me
Filled my heart with dread
The hill was higher than any hill
I’d ever climbed before
The path was steep and full of ruts
And how my legs were sore.
“I cannot climb this hill,” I said
I just don’t have the strength
It wasn’t just the climb I feared
But also its great length
And as I hung my head I saw
The levers right in front of me.
They could help me with my climb
And the hill got smaller suddenly.
So when the road ahead is steep
And fills your eyes with tears
Breathe in, breathe out and calm yourself
You can always change your gears.
