Hillary's Step

Would you go if I asked you to go?
Where death, knuckles and fingers; meet the snow
Could you ever get that high without Lowe?
Burnt skin will not stop giving you throes
Death feels like home
Death feels like home
Don’t tell them about all your anxious woes
Breathing heavy but heart rates slow
Legs are cramping, but you still go
You create beautiful designs
Clouded calculations with straight lines
Death feels like home
Don’t let them in
Step by step, you’re so close to the summit
You might be the first
You’ll scream from the top of your lungs
Until your throat bursts
You won’t stop although it hurts
Hunt’s mission to heal Mallory’s schlep
So tell me, Hillary, what’s the next step?
Breathing heavy but heart rates slow
Legs are cramping, but you still go
You create beautiful designs
Clouded calculations with straight lines
Don’t let them in
Don’t show them the fears beneath your skin
The cold air fill your lungs
They say brave men always die young
Death feels like home
Don’t let them in