The Lyrics From Billy's Forest Chapter Twenty Two

I am a Poet. I write in a forest. As of late. I've been called to a special collection of trees at the Billy Graham Library in Charlotte, NC. In Chapter Twenty Two we explore the mountains we're forced to climb daily. Only to realize there'll be more tomorrow. And again the next day. How can we locate peace if all we're doing is climbing? These aren't my words. These are the lyrics from Billy's forest.