Through snow-clad peaks, I climb,
The crisp air, so pure, divine.
11,000 feet, a dream so high,
Underneath the endless sky.
In this stillness, I feel alive,
At the summit, where dreams thrive.
Through snow-clad peaks, I climb,
The crisp air, so pure, divine.
11,000 feet, a dream so high,
Underneath the endless sky.
In this stillness, I feel alive,
At the summit, where dreams thrive.