We leave the melancholy behind, Brave into the new lands. I'm a stranger in my own land I race with the wild winds of the monks. My beast thumps, gasps and leaps. Roaring mechanics of the modern world they say.
A thousand eyes staring upon us, Monks become our mothers, and mules our guides. The brave hearted fear, as the terror is sheer. The thin air threatens us, The sight of a canvas brings warmth to heart, beast finally rests.
I'm far away from home, we're a thousand miles apart. To be lost is a joy of different kind, to be forgotten is just a thought in mind. The glimpse of the golden crested peak is a blessing in disguise, Then my heart stops to confess I'm homesick.