I look over top of the snowy mountain
I stand upon,
A look of worry upon my solemn face,
As I wonder for the souls lost above.

An evil call overhead
As the King of Birds makes its way,
To a place of unknown
In the far hills over way.

And I, a lonely wanderer
Stood tall on top of the world.
Follow the bird with my eyes,
Wishing it well as I follow through.