I'm at the top of a mountain called Sorrow
signaling the heavens with smoke
a cry for salvation
give me a sign that screams out hope
you're as foggy as tomorrow
the road forks;
and I don't know where to go

My life is quite a joke
and the punchline is
… at the end of the rope

Dangling in chains; they bind me here
no locks, no keys, just a mix
of vodka and fear
reminiscing the lives I've lived for years
wondering which was most sincere

I get on my knees and cry
silent tears that beg the question why,
now that I've found something to hold onto,
a reason that I need to come true,
why can't I move?
what is it am I waiting to prove?

Raindrops won't fail to kiss this face
stars won't dare leave their place
so I stand up
tall and strong like the mountain
the smoke is a symbol of my pain
rising above from these rough hands
I hold my stance

Though I falter
I will not fall

The moon shines bright
lowering the tides
the breeze calms
I think I hear an answer
my heart warms

the wind whispers,
you'll go far
you'll get far
from where you think you are …