Up, up, up, and up

Starting at the bottom and I’m sleepy and tired

I look to my left, and then to my right

We were prepared, but most of us weren’t ready

The sun and heat were powering over me, but I couldn’t give up

My dad made sure to hold tight onto the flowers we were bringing up

This single piece of metal fought through everything in our way

Chop, chop, chop

The machete was our best friend

We’re halfway there

Up, up, up, and up

Leaves and branches were flying left and right

Soon we were all at the top

My dad popped open the bottles

I made sure that grandpa’s grave was washed and clean

We were with grandpa again