All of these high mighty hopes
All of these high mighty dreams
Still climbing high
At least that's what it seems.

I have so many plans.
So many bright ideas
I could see my future
What I see honey is for real.

It's like I done died
And went to heaven
Lord bless the child
That's got his own.

See my mansion on top of the hill
My fancy cars no bonavilles
My clothes just shimmerin
Heads just turnin, I'm just smilin.

Perfume lingering miles away
Song in my head and heart
Dance in my walk, look at my
Eyes, yes they do talk.
Climbing high.

Realty sets in when I'm turned
Down once, twice, three times.
Self esteem getting lower and lower,
All of my dreams, goals and ambition,
My will to go on,
It slowly fades.
Climbing, it's too hard
So I end up staying low
All over again until the next idea.

© Cassandra Dillon