Tomorrow I Die.
Tomorrow I shall hang from a tree
from acquisitions of insurgency.
This will be the last night
that I watch the setting of the winter sun.
All day I have spent
lying in the cold snow.
I hear their dogs,
searching for the slightest air's blow.
But I know
that I am safe until midnight.
That is the time I have—
from now 'til midnight
to climb the mountain side that lies ahead,
to climb to the point where no man has reached.
I assure you
that my willpower will numb the wounds
at least until midnight.
If it is found my will too powerful,
and this mountain was destined to go unclimbed,
then only God will strip my will from me.
Tomorrow I will die,
but only God will be able to stop me
from climbing this mountain side.