The path rises higher and higher, toward a sky filled with promise. Today it's going to happen — we're going to rise higher than clouds.
Today it's going to happen.
We're going to rise higher,
higher and higher, until
higher than clouds.
Nothing is going to stop us
from reaching the top of the world.
If we only get past the last ridge,
nothing will be the same —
cause we've got that spark inside,
spirit is getting lighter and lighter.
So here we go again,
light as a feather,
into the lush unknown —
so many stories await,
where mountains keep their secrets.
Looking down on the cloud layer — above 2,400m
Today air hums with promise,
wind carries a melody,
it's calling me higher, higher,
always towards the light,
through a silver veil of mist.
Where clouds drift like dreams below us,
and peaks rise like teeth of earth,
biting deep into the sky —
if we only get beyond the last ridge,
nothing will be the same.
Returning to the valley, I realize
the air still hums, as if waiting.
Every horizon feels like an invitation
to rise, to dream, to become.
The sky is calling my name.
So I shall follow,
wherever the wind sings its melody.
Nothing is going to stop us now —
into the lush unknown,
so many stories await,
above the clouds, always dreaming.
