Wiping his brow, he managed to tear himself away
The past few nights had left him rather tired
Returned his thoughts to a need he found overpowering
He felt success was now within his grasp
Climbing the ladder three runs forward, two runs back
Climbing the ladder trying to stay on just the right track
Keeps us the pace, tells himself that it's all worthwhile
Hard work is its own reward one day could he be wrong?
Are all his dreams merely fantasies
And would it all fall in on him some day?
Now he sits back amid all things
He worked so hard for and wonders
Was his energy well spent?
Whatever the price
He is where he wants to be
The end has justified, the means and all
Writer(s): James Dickson Crichton, Peter Rochon, Ian Stevenson Crichton, Michael Anthony Sadler
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