It was a cold day in December,
One I well remember
The day you walked into the world dead inside, but outside alive
Cold as ice your skin to the touch, the Himalayas have been to rough
Your finger's are frozen your tongue is numb
How in the world did you survive this long?
The evac is on the way the EMT is present
But your eyes are a cold blue
Telling the story of the fear in you
The mountain pass was too much to pass
Your life was hanging on the edge
Your clinging to the ledge
May you hold on for dear life
You almost froze to death this night
Now here we are, hospital bound
The helicopter blades are so loud
You can barely hear, the atmosphere is so clear it's like breathing through ice
Cold on the tongue, Yet soothing in the chest
Breathing this way too long would lay a man to rest
Now it's been hours, the doctors leave the emergency room,
They give us the good news, you lived, but they are hesitant
So let me be the one to ask, "Doctor, what's the bad news?
The bad news is now you have no hands, they cut them off, the frostbite was too bad
You'll never climb again, your career is ended, how can a man live when his life is no longer right?
Six weeks go by & they give you the clean bill of health,
You exit the building, & look down. theres nothing.
You look up, you see the mountain, you give a stern face, & walk with intent in your pace
"The doctors don't understand, the friends just don't get it, this mountain, this wall, it will be mine"
Theres a legend now, of a man with no hands, conquering Everest, but none have seen the man,
None know his name, but I remember the man, the myth, the legend, a cold day in December, what a day to remember.