Mountain

When the scary dark
Surrounds me
To devour the weak
Flame that burns in me
When the madness blurs
The roads in the storm
The wind of the mountain
Flows to bring calm
And orders the confusion
I turn back
Glance at her
And I know
That I’m home
And I know
That I’m home
Two arms are open
Ready to hug
I can hear my soul
When I scream at her
I live by a mountain
With the red on top
If I’m not close by
I seek her
For my orientation
I turn back
Glance at her
And I know
That I’m home
And I know
That I’m home
Why do I need
A god if I have the mountain
That listens to me?