towards the mountain wall
waiting for your echo
to answer my call
hoping my voice would travel through your barricade of stone
i didn't think of it as an invasion of your zone
you know i would do anything to make you feel not so alone
but in the end you wished to remain unknown
i remember when you used to let me crawl into your cave
travel into your core
you let me admire your plains of green
your flowers of gold
you let me see the view
from the top of your mountain floor
laughing as the wind caught my hair
seeing how the cotton clouds framed the shore
so many of your wonders that i wanted to explore
in the end you just couldn't give me more
But in the end, they always wished to remain unknown...
SvarSlettAnd again they just couldn't give us more.
But be patient my darling,
Every storm has an end,
Every mountain can be reached,
Every season comes and then goes...
This is called time.
And it is an unknown phenomenon,
that always wishes to be remaining unknown.