If there's no mountain to climb what is falls if rivers are over flowed by stones
If there's no secret to be revealed what is truth beyond those reckless lies
If there's no anger between hatred what is revenge among these tragic scars
If there's no music to listen to then what is life filled with empty creek without pages to be written to
If there's no poetry to paint for
Then what's the purpose of staying so long in a winter that can't be drown
If there's no ocean to look for
Then what's the purpose of the sun to rise when rocks are covered with mountains we fall
And if there's no skies to lift up high then what is hope if there's nothing to hold.