Mountains

The same road that repeats itself
No detours up to the mountains

The fear of being overwhelmed
The hope of a sweet relief

Breathe along the way to be
Ready to not stop for years
Leaving behind a life that now
Looks so good

Fill your bag with just a few things
The usual ones won't help you
You don't need a guide or map
Just your will

The same road that repeats itself
No detours up to the mountains

The fear of being overwhelmed
The hope of a sweet relief



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