Dear Wolf,
Are you a mountain wolf? Mountains remain as a strong image for me. They are huge and frightening yet remain firm. We try to conquer them and scale their heights but they are there, long after our struggles played out on their surfaces are gone.
MIDLAKE | Small Mountain
The rise and the fall upon small mountain
Was fair not for all in need
And I with my life has gone
Away from this land of gold
Was fair not for all in need
And I with my life has gone
Away from this land of gold
Formed from the seed aligned for all that fortune brings
And all that certain men lay upon it when anger is seen
And all that certain men lay upon it when anger is seen
And it reigns like the others
Giving what all it can
Giving what all it can
While the days count for nothing
Nothing that one understands
Nothing that one understands
Upon that road I had struggled to find
A way of life that was common for all
A way of life that was common for all
And all that runs on the mountain was mine
A way of life that will surely be gone
A way of life that will surely be gone
Poor lands will grow
Among the weeds among the roads
And all are anxious for song and dance
That will sometimes get old
Among the weeds among the roads
And all are anxious for song and dance
That will sometimes get old
And it reigns like the others
Giving what all it can
While the days count for nothing
Nothing that one understands
Giving what all it can
While the days count for nothing
Nothing that one understands
Upon that road I had struggled to find
A way of life that was common for all
And all that runs on the mountain was mine
A way of life that will surely be gone
A way of life that was common for all
And all that runs on the mountain was mine
A way of life that will surely be gone
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