High, the mountains
That I have climbed
From white fountains
The rivers rhymed

The sun that rose
I, myself have ridden
But there are those
From whom it is hidden

From there I stood
And looking down
I couldn’t frown
I saw more than man could

I was born
A boy
Him I do not mourn
He, a ploy

Now, I, here!
Stand atop all,
And pushed you there
Remember to fall

With every inch
I seem to crawl
My heart feels the pinch
Of it’s cold drawl

That boy
The innocent and keen
The world uses as a toy
Never again was the sun seen.