THE BARNACLE

i used to be a barnacle
clamped tightly 'neath the tide
a wave of love came from above
and that's when i was pried

i'm climbing up a mountain now
without a trail or guide
the lovely girl who rocked my world
is on the other side

i'm climbing from the southern side
she's on the northern trail
we both won't stop until the top
there's no way we can fail

the weather here's not always calm
sometimes the wind's a gale
but we dig in against that wind
and use it for a sail

sometimes i catch a glimpse of her
she's waving with her hand
sometimes i find i'm stricken blind
and don't know where i stand

but we keep climbing on and on
up to that promised land
i'm glad she found this barnacle
and pulled him from the sand