On a mountain I sit, looking at the beauty
as far has I can see...I cannot see the
sadness in each and every heart...I cannot
bring back the loved ones, we once held in
our arms...I cannot smile, when the world
as now become a fearful nation...I will
only bow my head in prayer, and ask the
Lord to help us see the way that we should
when all our tears fall down in vain...
On the mountain I sit, dreaming how it use
to be, when the rain brought rainbows
while the sun went down another day..
I cannot see the wicked heart, trying to
hurt his fellowman, while the good does
all he can to give a helping hand....
Our mountain, so high, no longer will be
so beautiful, in our time of need...
