Is it on the other side
Of the mountain that I've climbed?
Or is it gone or forever changed,
Like breath spent, time burnt on lesser things?
I have to lean in hard to hear.
And until I hear otherwise,
I am nested in the dark wood,
And the darkest of it rests in that....
I am no man
And I will be without a name
Of the mountain that I've climbed?
Or is it gone or forever changed,
Like breath spent, time burnt on lesser things?
I have to lean in hard to hear.
And until I hear otherwise,
I am nested in the dark wood,
And the darkest of it rests in that....
I am no man
And I will be without a name