Venture and gain, never the same You can’t measure the pain, but the pleasure remains Do whatever it takes to enter the gates Metaphorically speaking even sever a leg No regretted mistakes if something that you think you need Causes you to stumble then it needs to leave For betterment you have to endeavor it To see it come to pass you can never quit There’s a price to pay a sacrifice to make More time to take and a higher stake Big dollar chips no playing with nickels Wager a little and stay in the middle Looking back at what you would’ve had If you could’ve had what you should’ve grabbed Wondering why you never took the chance Why you forsook your plans for something good at hand Climb every mountain, ford every stream Lord let me see your destiny Stored up for me, or let me breath My last Climb every mountain, ford every stream Lord let me see your destiny Stored up for me, or let me breath My last Few will climb when it’s too inclined They’re too reclined at executing time Lukewarm is suicide when it’s is do or die Seek and you will find like when a jewel is mined Block the hurt don’t stop the search When the rock that’s earthed has a lot of worth It could get rough and you could give up And you could live up to good enough Can you live with less than the best Quit the test, then what’s left No means to be satisfied, gratified or happy by Meeting needs that is why we believe and we try And take loss and pay costs And forsake all for dreams cause these cannot die They’re not passing by. It’s like bondage Chained to a vision enslaved to a mission Climb every mountain, ford every stream Lord let me see your destiny Stored up for me, or let me breath My last Climb every mountain, ford every stream Lord let me see your destiny Stored up for me, or let me breath My last No mountain too high no valley to low If Columbus can sail the blue ocean You can boldly go where God only knows You must dig down deep and be totally sold Columbus no doubt had to toil Scrutinized mutinied then land ahoy And then everything is beautiful And then forgot about the crucible With no come-what-may grit Your someday list is just a wish Forget scoffers and critics and what they spit Doubting Thomases and the faithless Mr. and Mrs. Joe Average Are no romantics; they don’t grasp it Persecution and affliction are sure to arise Words of the wise, endure for the prize Climb every mountain, ford every stream Lord let me see your destiny Stored up for me, or let me breath My last Climb every mountain, ford every stream Lord let me see your destiny Stored up for me, or let me breath My last