The Mountain Lyrics

The Mountain

I've built a home in gray-colored walls

Hollowed out a space in textured halls

Formations fall, rise, and form the decor

The pores on its skin allow light to grace the floor

In hidden rooms I found pools of healing

Water for my tea, for my baths, and for my seeing

I've communed with quiet, my closest friend

In the silence is where my thoughts can begin

To roam and tumble, tussle and shout

In the solitude of the Mountain is where they come out

Many say this is their rock to lean on

And I'd like to disagree, but truthfully, they aren't wrong

They rest, they cry, they take off the carried weight

They release, they recover, then they wander away

From the outsider's view, the Mountain is so strong

But does anyone ever ask, who does the Mountain lean on

Who does the Mountain lean on