Skyscraper, what makes you so great and tall? Why do I have to fight my perspiration and breathe just to get to you? I don't know if time runs out before I could get to the top. I don't know if you'd even choose me among the others who already got there earlier than I. I don't know what awaits me at the top. If you'd still like me after getting messed up and dirty from all those stairs. But after all these conditions, I really truly wish you'd still pick me.
