Shape and form, history of the world Ever climbing, ever shifting in its path Without form, without end, always forward Steps shaped by ages, the paths of man. Swallowing oceans, the mountains have moved And where now will you go? A world only your own Even young bones splinter and bow - Put one foot in front of another and grab hold. The weight is yours to carry to pause is to die. To die is to be forgotten The mountains shift as i grab hold. Crawling now, crawling home The earth is changing in its form. Ever climbing, alone