My mountain, my giant
a feeling so small, living on this mountain
where the mist is always there
birds can play without care
because of the silence
My trust is in the valley with you
now it's been raining far too long
Every morning I watch the slippery road
holding new flowers of the day
only when I'm down here my days begins
The sun is long gone
I climb the stairs of rock
and I know as I reach the top
the valley is in ashes and the rain has stopped
I am never going down again