The Mountain


Once there was a mountain
One tall and strong and steep
And within its dirt and rubble
My heart it would so keep
But now it's getting slimmer
The angle of its slope
And I fear it may keep shrinking
But this I do not hope
That mountain's now a molehill
And all that was is gone
I fear it will be nothing
In the faintest light of dawn
And you won't fetch a shovel
To help build back the dirt
I sensed this from day one
Yet it's hard to cease my hurt
You'll just turn your back
To this very day
I know that you'll do nothing
And let it slip away

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