Sacred mountain

In the land of the ridges,

you come as a wanderer. 

Hunting for a piece 

you can claim your own.

But the mountain is free

And sovereign, almighty

So the wind and the trees 

conspire for you to leave

For they have heard the call

of the mount and ALL

now speaks to you clear

only to find a deaf ear

Dear child, don't you see

You were always free! 

 You may feel so alone

but in your heart you are home

How still it is here

How sacred the air 

Merge with it now 

Or find your way out 

But you pay no heed

you have a job to keep 

You ignore its voice

And leave it no choice

Now the mountain must mould

you into its folds

With it you merge

and there ends your search 

It frees your soul 

Embraces you whole  

When people do hear

they are filled with fear

They shudder and say,

It's a dangerous place

that you must conquer

to have your way