A sudden moment of glory
Where the earth creates a sunrise
All the colors of fantasy
Paint the canvas of a life

When a man feels so absent
Yet closer to his god
He would cry a tear for no one
Except for the beauty before his eyes.

All the wounds of nature
So pleasent to be heard
Reminds us of our history
To which many has been blurred.

So standing there in silence
A piece of heaven for ourselves
Lords of our creation
And keepers of our hell.

Listen to the meadows
And the song the mountain sings
Move to it's gentle melody
And drink from it's hidden springs

Accept what you've been given
And forget the world you knew
For peace is in the mountain
A place where our dreams grew.
 
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