The Ladders

There's a cold road we travel 

Unhanded with brave smiles 

Wearing our proud hearts 

Wondering why we get thrown the stripes 

To breathe in their pain and let out a sigh 

Training to be a champion 

Missing it by the mile and I'm reminded 

As I lose sleep that no one is at her finish line 

Blood fills her eyes she grips the ropes 

Tells herself she can finish alone 

I handed out paper hearts 

Scissors and rocks in return 

I can do this I sing to myself 

I can finish this 

As they leave my side 

With every mile built in stone 

Every boy lost in sand 

I build a castle 

Watch the tide pass me by 

Haunted by ghost 

Of every good bye 

The winter won't forgive 

I wear a half cocked smile 

She knows I'll win the race