Sitting in Solitude on a Sierra Rock
Some come here, but most turn back,
Tired and cold,
Full of complaints about insane winds,
It's just as well
For I am left in solitude but not alone,
The trees, wind and mountains know my name
Some come here, but most turn back,
Tired and cold,
Full of complaints about insane winds,
It's just as well
For I am left in solitude but not alone,
The trees, wind and mountains know my name