• wordsmyth 50w

    Music & Mountains

    The dewdrops glisten on my skin
    The air caresses my soul
    Is it beauty of the verdant mountains
    Or the magic of Rock and Roll.

    There's love, hope and anger
    And myths & tales abound.
    I lost myself in the city
    The hills are where I'll be found.

    You fight, you lose, you try
    And life takes its toll
    The hills always set me free
    And so does Rock and Roll.