It has always been there As far back as I am able to see In the childhood memories Like an old towery tree Amongst the most vast darkest forest Shrouding the baleful skies Yet hailing both the Moon and the Sun When the old man is long forgotten and gone No matter the place or time It never faded, never disappeared From house to house, age to age Followed every single step Yet evaded the curious hunting eyes Travelled over quarter a century Accompanied through all the ashen paths All of them joys All of them sorrows Leaving behind no victory or defeat Still its face stays hidden No names have been heard And I guess we never truly met Floating in every shadow Be it the dawn of a new day Or the heart of the deceased light It still remains like a silent mountain