Happiness is the savior of none
But the killer of some
All the 27’s who died
Were searching for something
Happiness is the savior of none
But the killer of some
All the 27’s who died
Were searching for something
A Mountain Man with Grizzly Eyes
Lives on Land in Mountains High
He runs like a Beast and
Beneath the Starlit Sky he sleeps
Mountain Man in Mountains High
In love with Wilderness Uncivilized
Screams at the Trees and
Howls with the Wind
In Wilderness Uncivilized,
Until one Day
Men take him Away
From his Land beneath the Sky
And Dress Him in clothes and
bring him to the Town
There they tell the Mountain Man
To sleep in House and wear Hat and Buttoned
Jacket,
The Mountain Man drinks Whiskey and Wine
and People all say
How He’s doing Fine,
All Dressed up and Drinking the wine
But at Night the Mountain Man can
Still see the stars
And he knows that beyond the Cold, Stone walls
of Chaotic civilized Town,
There was the Mountain
And when he is in bed he sobs quietly
the tears roll Down his Roughened skin
But the Men of the Town
had said it’s a Sin
To live where there is No God
So the Mountain Man stayed and
Lived out his Days
In the Barbarically civilized Town
And at Night his very Soul would Ache and
silently He cried
Quietly and All Alone until
Mountain Man had
Died