This Mountain Called Heartache
This mountain called heartache
Is so hard to climb,
I'm losing my grip
Falling farther behind
Each step up, the pain,
More intense than the last,
And little hope
Of rescue, for my heart
To grasp
Those that journey up here
Travel alone,
Each lost in a labyrinth
Of pain all their own
The only hope
That can ever be found,
Is to make it to the cleft
In the mountains side,
Where heart broken souls
Can safely hide
Each days journey
Up this mountain's the same,
Regret, sorrow,
Emptiness and shame
And only a flicker
Of hope still remains,
Like a tiny candle
Left out in the rain
No flowers ever grow
On this mountain of pain,
All tears that are shed
Have become a great sea
Where billows of cruel
And loveless disdain,
Wash away the last shreds
Of hope that remain,
For the lost lonely souls
On this mountain of pain.
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