I walked upon the mountain fair
The trees they swayed and sang,
I believed the world was perfect there,
My heart had shed its pang.
The animals seemed so joyous,
The falls caressed my soul,
Lost in blissful rapture
I had forgotten about the coal.
To reach the top my mission,
The view would be profound,
Only green for miles and miles
Just wind and birds the sound.
But the top had long been gone,
Stripped to light this screen,
And I fell to my knees in tears
For my guilt in killing this dream.