Somebody's shouting up at a mountain
Only my own words return.
Nobody's up there, it's a deception.
When will I ever learn?
I'm alone here.
With emptiness, eagles and snow,
Unfriendliness chilling my body,
And whispering pictures of home.
Wondering blindly, how can they find me?
Maybe they don't even know.
My body is shaking, anticipating
The call of the black footed crow.
I'm alone here.
With emptiness, eagles and snow,
Unfriendliness chilling my body,
And talking 'bout pictures of home.
Here in this prison of my own making
Year after day I have grown
Into a hero, but there's no worship
Where have they hidden my throne?
I'm alone here.
With emptiness, eagles and snow,
Unfriendliness chilling my body,
And screaming out pictures of home.
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