Trying to stake your claim,
When everywhere you turn there's another,
Person seeking a name,
Like in order to succeed in this world,
There are mountains to climb,
Made of millions of bodies climbing, too,
Pulling on your clothes to try and get by,
Of course it all depends on where you are,
Amidst this mountain range,
There are those who find helping hands who help,
Them find wealth and fame.
They're lucky ones,
They may have talent, yes,
But no more than many others who work,
And find themselves in the mountain's abyss.