I've been travelling this up and down roads. Searching for something. Looking for a place to a beat less heart. Someday bees will find a perfect hive. Where flowers are just behind. And butterflies won't fly that high. A perfect place for this soul to scream and cry. Trying to forget the past that still hunt, But never dies. It's not easy, When you're awake and daydreaming. Trying to find a way of healing. And understand the word forgiving. My eyes won't look for knives. Just a quite night, And a beautiful skies. These mountains are walls. That blocks all my heartaches. And these tears are wonderful, Like a crying mountains with lots of falls.