James Casey called climb the steep.
The first stanza says, For every hill I’ve had the climb, for every rock that bruised my feet, for all the
blood and sweat and grime, for blinding storms and burning heat. My heart sings but a grateful song.
These were the things that made me strong. What kind of story will tough times right in your life,
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Everything should be made as simple as possible - but not simpler - Einstein
