Quest Of The Lone Mountaineer

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I hear the weeping
of birds and angels,
I see the rocky road winding
through the mountains,
and I hear a song left
unsung, more scattered
words left in the dust.

Who am I to believe
in their power?

Who am I to see them
as more than they are?

These are the things
that stir my soul —
these are the things
that awaken
the artist in me.

These are the things
that shape my quest,
the quest of a lifetime,
to reach the mountaintop,
so my soul will no longer
have to wonder why
there is nothing left for me.

The winding road
grows colder as the years
pass me by,
but still, there is more
light and warmth ahead
than in the troubled days
I’ve left behind.