On the Mountain
On the mountain
All I hear is the wind whistling
I can hear the echoes of my own voice
On the mountain
Where everything is green and blues
I close my eyes and I can see the crimson sea
The sun is sleeping
Then, when I open my eyes
My journey still hasn't ended
The whispers that I have in my head
Told me, I've come way too far for this day
I have seen too much
And I just wish the mountain could wash away my pain
My youth was spent in fears
If I'm given the chance to live another life
I'd rather not lived at all
My tears still hasn't dried up yet
Like the other person who smiles
I don't want to feel any pain at all
No lessons learnt, no more fear
And certainly no regrets left behind
All I wanted is to be free
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