Because you wore your mother’s harness
And other sundry things
Because of this I know there’s life
And laughter that it brings.
Because you always went on up
Even when it wasn’t smart
I know that cams can rip from flares
And I know that when I start.
Because an undercling is not so bad
But transitions often are to hope
And sometimes when you fall so swift
At least there ain’t one on your rope.