The mountain looks cold from down
here, when will we reach the top?
Sooner is better than longer because
it's the long haul that kills you.
Walk, walk, walk the trips and traps
awaiting on the road to the peaks.

Before we get to the base we must
cross the river, steep banks and
rushing tides await you. How you
cross is up to you. Your face stares
at me through the water. It tears me
apart and rips into the voice.

As I sit at the steeps before the
mountain I look to the cold stone.
Forever unchanging, forever truth.
Nothing hides from its eternity, all
must hail to its glorious truth. It's then
when i realize i love you.