Color Me November

Amaranth

You must be quite lonely, with the whole world forever.
Tell me,
When you stand high on that mountain
And see the backs of clouds as they lie
Belly-down on blue,
Do you enjoy the
Solitude?
Tell me,
When you stand high on that mountain
And the growling, hunchbacked clouds
Lash their lightning claws at the earth,
Do you feel your
Worth?
Tell me,
When you stand high on that mountain
And the clouds scurry like mice
Above your laurel-crowned head
Do you wish you were
Dead?

You must be quite lonely, with the whole world forever.
But with the heart of a man and the eyes of a god,
It's a curse you'll never wilt.