a mountain is upon me,
I have dug and dug,
what seems to be my grave,
and with little grace is left I try my best,
to dig my way out,
each day I've prayed,
a mountain is above me,
and I've been trapped,
my grave is where I stand,
and with little grace I tried my best,
to get out,
each day I prayed,
a mountain hangs overhead,
and I've been left for dead,
I lie in the dirt grave I've been told is made for me,
and with little grace I did my best,
to take my last few breaths,
each day,
*I prayed.
mountains = problems
your trapped until your die in your problems,
you sometimes only can make things worse,
sometimes others will leave you for worse.
