--Let me climb up, at least, up to the high balconies; Let me climb up! Let me, up to the green balconies. (47-50)
Okay, so here is dream/hope/plan number three. If he can't trade for peace, and he can't die in his own bed, how's about a climbing expedition up to some spiffy balconies? What do you say friend? Since, in a couple of lines, "the two friends climb up," it would seem that the third time is a charm. We wonder if this business of climbing is, in some way, meant to highlight what the speaker is achieving through his persistent, unflagging desire throughout the poem. Powered by hope, he's on a life-long journey to reach his dream.
Now the two friends climb up, up to the high balconies.Leaving a trail of blood. Leaving a trail of teardrops. (53-56)
At long last, the speaker's on his way toward attaining his dream. It looks, though, like that process is a costly one. We're guessing that the trail of blood and tears is not left there so that he can find his way back. Instead, it seems to show just how much sacrifice is necessary if one is to chase one's dreams. Do you think, in the speaker's case, this is worth it?