I stand alone
On a chilly mountaintop
I stand alone
Because I simply didn’t stop
I stand alone
Because no one else could reach the top

From high, atop this mighty summit
If I sung a sorrowed song
Would someone know who sung it?
Or was it pointless all along?

If I shouted, I cried out,
"Help me, help Me, I’m in Pain!"
Would it echo all about?
Or would it be in vain?

From this frosty mountain peak
I know which goals I now must seek
If I called out all around
Does it matter if it makes a sound?

I must sing,
I must cry out,
And it will echo all about
My message is heard without a doubt

So I sing the unsung stories
I tell the untold tales
These don’t speak of splendor and glory
But perhaps of something a bit more gory

To draw attention, to shine some light
To work on things, to set things right
Can it be heard, well it just might
Now that the blackness is more bright

I cry out, I yell to the skies
For the simple point, to open your eyes
They might knock me off,
I might fall to the ground
But now I can drink in the sound
Because my message echoes all around