Foggy Goggles

Utmost Too much For us Now I see Nothing But the wind Rose two occasions One frozen December morning Strong though calm my body and soul Oh oh oh Oh oh oh Ranges off in the distance As we think surely arbitrary The Snow would swallow whole Squall 'um all Oh, AHH Weight But who said stay When there's weight Dead weight The winds tell constant lies From the mountain's side Prying deep beneath the eyes Oh, The Wait When speed is yours to claim Would you wait Would you wait The Winds will change with time But a mountain's pride held by natural design And I Couldn't see but two feet in front of me I study the shape of the land Taking all that is his hand! Wait Whose to blame When there's weight Whose to blame