I lose myself in mountains
To have them found in me,
So when I’m caught and measured
It will be tree to tree,
So though I’m a small person
I’ll be seen as the key
To life from sprout to eagle
And filling up the sea,
So none will look inside me
And sadly see a plea
For anything that’s better
Than mighty peaks would be,
So I’ll get lost in mountains
Whose only guarantee
Is wherever I then go
I’ll go with them in me.