The Mountains

So cold and alone in my isolated home. In the mountains, in the wild, like a parentless child. No more familiar faces, that I'll be seeing. No more laughter it's just me here no sign of another human being. In the middle of no where, where I now call my home. So cold and alone, so cold and alone. I watch the days go by as time stands still. I look up outside and feel the chill. Nothing ever changes, except that I grow old. The world lives on while the wind here's so cold. I gaze up above and watch the stars rise. I feel so small as I look up the the skies. And see the full moon tonight sets quite the tone. So cold and alone, so cold and alone. Shaking and shivering, while passing the time. Waking while quivering, in the silence I find. That my life, it's passing me by. I sit here in wonder, and I wonder why. That I chose to stay away, away too long from it all. To go out instead, and find my call. Now in this barren, land where I roam. So cold and alone, so cold and alone.