The first step I take
Above the ground
Is the one which leaves me
Lost, I’ve found.

Through ropes and knots
I am secured
Through such connections
I’m reassured.

The man above
Defines our route
And furnishes it with
Poisonous fruit.

I don’t look down.
I don’t look up.
I just feel for my next move
Til I reach the top.

I place my trust
In the man on high
His choices and strength
May save my life.

And when I sit there
By his side
I feel a gratefulness
and pride.

To see the views
That he has seen
And ask myself
What does this mean.