Look at that.
You see that!?
The fog rising from the valley,
the river winding,
disappearing around the bend.
The mountains like a card castle,
fragile yet mighty.
Lonesome yet the least lonely.
For the moss beneath your feet is living, the soils leaching, and goats leaping and breathing.
On top the crest you lay your head. Eyes turned to the north,
as flickering lights turn to a dusty milky way.
My heart outstrecthed, vulnerable for the Lords taking.
I believe in your beauty but they think im faking.
My dreams are your dreams,
My riches are your riches,
My love is your love,
My heart is your heart.
Amen.