High above the ground,
So silent and so cold.
The spirit rises to the sun,
The wandering lost soul.

The mountain stands before us,
A beacon to us all.
Pointing the way home,
For all those answering the call.

Looking at the summit,
So beautiful and white.
Offering us a challenge,
As the heart in us takes flight.

Come to me it beckons,
Try your luck with me,
Climb the mighty mountain,
Set your spirit free.


Copyright 1999
~*SW*~

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