Titans of the night, templed in sacred light
Ancient ones tell me, how have I come undone?
I want, equanimity
I want, the storm to wash over me
I want, roots grounded in the earth
Give me rebirth
Grant me your your wisdom
Let love wash over me, even if it can’t hold onto me
Flow on endlessly
Give me the wisdom of mountains
Grant me the stillness of mystic peaks
Give me the wisdom of mountains
Bestow the clemency, to calm these swelling seas
We would have sought counsel from the stars
We could have made a home of truth
Now passion’s shattered wreckage
Lays buried in the snow
Were we so wrong to hope that we could love like them?
As if we could break the wind, or conceal the moonlit path
Give me the wisdom of mountains
Grant me the stillness of mystic peaks
Then melt into the sky like clouds
Leaving nothing behind
Leaving nothing behind
Give me the wisdom of mountains
