Over
the Boulby Head.
Here
before me stands a giant,
Behemoth
of land in sky,
Facing
here the sea,
As
a warrior defending me.
But
I must rise to challenge,
Before
my day is through.
Haul
my sack upon my back,
And
fight till I turn blue.
At
first his flanks are easy,
Then
tiresome comes to call,
Better
that I go around,
Than
concede to him I'd fall.
Beast
of overwhelming me,
I
push on through the pain,
If
I don't beat this hill,
I
will never rise again.
Here
arrives the summit now,
And
god I'd love to scream.
That
fearsome head of cold scarred rock,
Did
not kill me, nor my dream.
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