My soul's made of stone
From triumph to tragedy
A mountain has grown

This stature my own
Forever building higher
Til peaks fashion thrones

The angels have flown
To wherever, without doubt
Mountains stand alone

There is no moment that is mine.
  
God willing, all I have is time.
  
There are no moves for me to make.
  
I think I am dreaming when I am awake.
  
Everything I am means nothing.
  
Lies are more becoming.