You won’t stop me Julie Stevens

Julie Stevens

And when the mountain becomes too high to climb I will take out its insides and haul them down,

I will leave the ground flat with a soft suspension and walk, and walk, and walk.

And when the path is lined with hazards that trip I will claw them out and fill up your dustbins,

I will leave the ground flat with a smooth polish and walk, and walk, and walk.

And when the bushes reach out, try to grab my feet I will hack them all off and shred their sharp skins,

I will leave the ground flat with an airy cushion and walk, and walk, and walk.