| Wiping his brow | |
| He managed to tear himself away | |
| The past few nights | |
| Had left him rather tired | |
| Returned his thoughts | |
| To a need he found overpowering | |
| He felt success | |
| Was now within his grasp. | |
| Climbing the ladder | |
| Three runs forward, two runs back | |
| Climbing the ladder | |
| Trying to stay on just the right track | |
| Keeps us the pace | |
| Tells himself that it's all worthwhile | |
| Hard work is its own reward one day. | |
| Could he be wrong? | |
| Are all his dreams merely fantasies | |
| And would it all | |
| Fall in on him some day? | |
| Now he sits back | |
| Amid all things he worked so hard for | |
| And wonders... | |
| Was his energy well spent? | |
| Whatever the price | |
| He is where he wants to be | |
| The end has justified | |
| The means and all. |