Footprints In The Snow

I am setting out on a long journey,
a journey that climbs to the heavens,
fate is calling me
through snow and ice to the top.

Our feet step through a white sheet
sewn from the most beautiful silk,
the cold air blows in our faces,
the ice breaks underfoot,
Our hope is in the heights,
our victory is above.

We climb to the finish line
but we're running out of air,
the rope that holds us up
seems thinner than before,
a rope to keep your life from falling to death.

It seems we won't succeed after all,
there's no turning back,
the goal seems closer than ever,
but also further away.

I've never been further from it,
my will has left me,
my body is getting cold,
the fire inside me is dying,
there's nothing behind us left
except footprints in the snow.