What is a man if he doesn't make mistakes?
The mistake is not trying, so allow me to climb the mountain without being stoned
The rocks already rain down like hail, the moment the sun rises
Let me climb to your heart in tranquility, let my feet be rooted in your past condensation
As the tears from your capsule of sorrow wither away in my embrace
Mistakes are sometimes made when you try to find your footing
Let my footprints be evidence of my attempt to know your inner divinity
There can be no sequel if the plot has no meaning, though my attempts have been hangers
My existence won't let me quit, allow me to hold on to your cliff as my climb is not over
Can I pick myself up as men do? Can I mend the injuries of my climb?
Imperfection is a part of the spirit to try, standing despondent of my failures
Remorse is what haunts my soul, broken rocks and gravel dwell within me
Dropped on bended knees asking for forgiveness, humbled as boys do
Getting back is me, to try to be as noble men I seek to prove
May I have a second chance to climb your mountain?
I promise when I reach the top it would be worth betting
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