boils down to me

A thousand hands helped me up
They showed me the road to the top
I lacked not supplies
No stranger to warning cries.
But it all boils down to me
to rise or stay on my knee
It's up to me to begin this journey
Up to me to make it count
I've got to try although it's weary
Fly to the summit of the mount!

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