She walks light,
the way my dreams told me she would.
I hold her tight,
the way my dreams said I could.

In an ever changing world,
one mountain still stands.
how distant I am hurled,
One place where my feet stand.

Business takes me far,
the mountain will remain,
on top of which I keep a jar,
next to which I stay sane.

My work is tough,
I see so much crying.
I've had enough
so accused of lying.

A mountain in the brilliant sun,
red before my eye.
My mountain is the only one,
never deserved to cry.

A use so constant, even from the start
to hold that jar of mine.
A jar to hold my empty heart,
When the world explodes, my mountain remains fine.