Conversations With the Mountain

In the night I go to the mountains To sleep,to forget the past The mountain does not trust I swear he thinks i'm a rebel Life is hard on me The mountain cries I can see through his sobs he suspets that I'm a colonel in the rebel army or a guyp Who uses religion as a Marketing tool to silence others Leave and never go anywhere near mountains The mountain says And mountains can lay The soul of a man Postscript!! I did make peace with the mountain And now Vagabonds and hermits Weary pilgrims and lost travellers Follow my e.g and come to get their burial rights under the mountain