Mountains and sisters

Given sisters given mothers given sons and given brothers replace them all with empty tins and see how different life would be from now, if you should see that all of me might care at all then I would be uncompromising un wavered where I stand afoot a mountain tall and ever scalling but climb I would and keep on failing, so climb we must this mountain high all to soon to say goodbye to lifes dreary lag, the only thing that we may take, our love for life for climbing high for living life not passing by...