Every Rise Has Its Fall

I’m gaining years like climbing trees, Each branch a dream that bends with breeze. Leaves fade away, I see the sky — Do I climb or do I fly? If I fall, I’ll face the ground, But my soul won’t turn around. Every rise has its fall, that’s the way of it all, But I’ll keep my hands on the climb. If the branch should break, the earth will awake — And take me back warm every time. Step by step, the bark gets thin, The air turns sharp, the wind moves in. Each step should spare the ground below, Or one day it’ll hurt your soul. Someday, not a branch, not a stone, not a wave, But all of the earth will choose to behave — And let you walk, like a promise unspoken, Till every chain of fear is broken. Every rise has its fall, still I’ll give it my all, Let the storm come, I’ll stand tall! If the sky should cry, or the thunder call, I’ll keep on climbing through it all. Every rise... has its fall... But I’ll rise again… through it all.