There are many places in many times that mean no more
Than the spoken words before me
Yet here it lays before my heart this mountains subtle Grey
My convictions  
My life
My dreams

These decisions in me now regretted
Looked back
Harmful for my soul
Madness in my mind
Tears in my torture for I have failed

In my youth I was young ,fresh and free
No hill be my wall
No mountain face to fall
For I was ready and my grass grew a path
No mortal could devour

Then life bestowed me life
The sun fell and the clouds became cold
Dark
Hungry
My convicted soul now blackened from the scars
Of broken dreams

I could feel its tremor as this rock before me
Fell
Gone its stability
Crumbled
And like the thoughts in my mind
The pebbles washed away
Into the sea of the broken wings
As I became the lost