Stories Of The Han

THE MOUNTAIN

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Oh Great Mountain How high you tower over us Your trails rocky, dry, and scorched For whom does the bell toll that I may endure such anguish Why must my trek be so harsh For what sin must I abandon to disallow this pain What is it that you wish to gain The Sun beats down My legs give way And yet, I trudge forward I come before you to find an answer I come before you because I have no where else to go I come before you to leave my past behind Once I reach your peak You embrace me with the wind I scurry down lush green and muddy rock The moon greets me and says hello The city looks bejeweled from twilight I am no longer sad I am no longer defeated I am cleansed I am neat I am