Mountains High
Hiking through the woods
eager to reach my destination
in a distance stands a mountain
a place of high I long to be
The sun will touch my face
a cool breeze through my hair
on the top I can see for miles
I'll be like a bird in flight
feeling so free
It's there I can speak to my father
words only meant for his ears
I will reveal what's in my soul
and again be whole
Copyright © Cathy Kunze | Year Posted 2006
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