In search of heaven, men have come to climb
In search of more than just some mound of stone
The heights of these transcend the heights of time
Atop a man feels more than just alone
He stands where inspiration may descend
Necessity became a place to seek
The heights of time he thought he would transcend
Becomes the words of thoughts he longs to speak
For not all men are able to ascend
Where truth begins its journey from on high
The stream of conscious liquid will not end
But flows within our valleys bye and bye
Its traverse of the mountain is serene
The water of such truth is cool and clean.