The mountains rise

Above telephone wire

Where ravens perch

Before flying higher

 

I set my gaze way up there

And wish that I were above it

It must be so majestic

To stand upon the summit

 

But I am down here

A nothing of nothings

I want nothing more

Than to rise above something

 

Yet It’s comforting to know

Yes even to believe

That the one who created the mountains

cares for me

 

The mountains rise

Above telephone wire

And I am content

To remain and admire