A friend said today you don't speak as much,
Another told me you don't feel the same,
Honestly it's not like I hold any grudge,
It's just that my friends don't feel "friends" anymore,
I don't what else to write , my words don't feel enough anymore.

On the Mountain Road,
Up and Down,
Kept Climbing even if life got us down.
Angry, hurt, sad or depressed,
The traveller doesn't stop, he doesn't beg.
For he knows that he wants, he must go and get.
Shouting, Screaming,Stranded and Alone,
The traveller doesn't stop for he has somewhere to go and things to atone.

So they go singing songs of love, pain, joy and anger.
Let's continue they say for the travellers never stop they have places to be and people to meet.

Behind the mask, another full of lies.
In the rambling  tongue a vile disguise.
The vial now broken, blemished, exposes a burning cleft,
Don't talk to me, for in you I have no trust left.

Time now passes, as in Helheims Depths.
Falling rubble, the ringing bell, rapid partings in the mellow tears that fell.
No more words, my 'friend', please go to hell.

Do you live your life in a whirling daze?
Because all you feel is a confusing maze.
Perhaps you already know what to do,
Yet you can’t seem to acknowledge it.

Hiding the truth behind a curtain-clear,
Don’t cling to the fake things that you hold so dear.
Perhaps you already know what to do,
But in case you don’t, worry not
For we all have been here.

Broken heart filled with rage,
All the pieces become burning stakes,
Sorrowful eyes filled with tears,
Yet the face gleams in joy.
Tightening my veins,
Because the blood boils,
This anger so confusing,
Why can’t it hide the hurt inside?