In the time
Of mountains
We humans
Barely show
There's a path
Where we come
And we go

Every age
We go searching
For where our
Spirits dwell

Our need to drink
From the ancient well

For what is time
But this moment
Always
Forever touched
With grace
If we only
Hold it so

In the time
Of mountains
We humans
Barely show
There's a path
Where we come
And we go

There's a path
Where we come
And we go

Words ©
mayamithraca
2003