Where are the soaring mountains?
Valleys of my hopes and dreams
Where are they now?
Ancient oaks and forest streams
The thread was broken now it seems
Hopes I had now have been thrown
Like a rock into the great unknown
Like a river flowing over stone
My young dreams have also flown
I just could not see the beauty
Hills and valleys of my youth
The facts they came the truth
Was it wasted, were they a dream?
Never really what they seemed
Was it duty on which I was deemed?
Soaring mountains forest streams
Valleys of my hopes and dreams
Where have they gone?
Where have they gone?
Life is too short to loose your dreams
But that is what happened so it seems
My life consumed with duty
I just could not see the beauty