I stand at the top of a mountain. I am alone. Only I can ever be here. I am the only one.

I look down And see, The clouds that float Down below me.

They seem to whisper, To say, Why isn't the sun shining, This very day?

I cannot answer them, For I do not know. I could not, But down the mountain I would not go.

This place is my refuge, My place to think. And yet it could be taken away, Quicker than a blink.

I know not Of many things. But on this mountain, The truth seems to sing.

I listen always, For a way, To be free. Even if only for a day.

Clouds are all around me now, Yet I still remain. I shall never go; For fear of pain.

The pain I get, When I can't touch the sky. Or when I feel as small as a tiny butterfly.

Sometimes the pain is so fierce That I feel I might fall. But then I remember, That staying means all.

To go down the mountain Is to give in. To surrender, To a most original sin.

Just giving up, That simple tradgedy, Would be all it would take, To be the end of me.

And so down I look, Seeing nothing but white. I stay here, Night after night.

I'll never go down, Because then they will smile And say, "I told you so," Even though I've come so many a mile.

I stand at the top of my mountain, And forever I will be, Strong and perseverent, But little more than just me.