Mountains

Mountains are nothing But stand upon something The strength that is lifting them up The final release When trees seventeen Grow taller and fall in the years. How can it be Right here and me I never would stop to live dreams. The product of something Amounting to nothing Which way am I now to turn? Falling in mud but I have enough love that I should accept all these ways. LISTENER, Who is strong? // Who is brave? // Why? What makes them so special? // In what ways are you strong?