Is it just to go until we're done?
Men may call us heroes when
But if we should fail, how then?
Standing like a wall against the sky,
Show no path to let us through.
Silver snow and cold stone-blue"”
We can hear your echo far away.
To your banks our steps must lead.
We who know you, lend your speed,
Seeing down the ways that we must go,
Throw down light to guide a friend.
Is there hope where pathways end?
In the hope we know that holds us fast.
Bear us to the final door;
Or we touch he world no more.