When she began walking

Her boulder was a pebble

And the mountain was a tiny hill

Now the boulder gets heavier everyday

The mountain becomes steeper

People run by as if she's not there

She trips over pebbles now

If she could just make it to the top

She would drop the boulder

Watching it crumble

And crush all the pebbles

They say she made it all up in her head

But the truth is, the boulder is made up

Of a thousand tiny pebbles

And she's overloaded

One more pebble will send her

Tumbling back down