Mission On My Mountain
A new day dawns, and I look towards the sun
The mountains soar high into the air
The birds sing and the river runs
The wind gently blows my hair
As I stand on my mighty mountain
I begin to shout; I begin to chant
The words come forth as if my mouth is a fountain
I spread my message to all I can
I write for the world, then wait and listen
To see if anyone replies
To change the world, that is my mission
That I must strive for until I die.