The Staircase

- C.R. Burnett

Step by step,
Hour by hour,
I climb a staircase,
Inside a tower.

The walls are cold,
The air is thin;
Sometimes I wonder,
Where I have been.

A tempo arises,
A beautiful sound.
But why, oh why,
Do I feel bound?

The clocks are ticking,
The beats moves along,
But I still can't find,
Where I belong.

I have within,
A hidden smile,
That seems to come,
But once in awhile.

So as I climb
This place of mine,
I wonder if
It's worth my time.

"The prize is rare!"
Or so they say,
I hope to be,
The winner some day.

So step by step,
And hour by hour,
I climb a staircase,
Inside a tower.

--
Elder Burnett
Soldier of Zion