Looking ahead, the hills seem steep
and the road rises up to the sky
But if we don't climb the hills
we will always wonder if we let life pass us by.
Along the pathway we crossed the bridge of sadness
But through the teardrops we found the river of laughter.
Then there was the twisted road of misunderstanding
And just beyond the rocks we stumbled on
we found the highway to agreements.
Along the way, we walked through
the dark forest of misfortune
only to find the valley of sunshine and smiles.
And lest we should forget that there was
the meadow, full of sweet memories and shared dreams.
But looking ahead now I see
That the storms never last
and the sun always shines
when you are climbing the hills with me.
