(from 'the early years')...
Wild Ridge Mountain
Somewhere on the edge of the world lies Wild Ridge Mountain
The home of every lost dream and forgotten promise
It's sharp cliffs point an accusing finger at our world
Men come from all over to see the mountain.
Every man who looks upon its ugliness
And does nothing to beautify its features
Would not dare come too close
Dare he find lost dreams and remember forgotten promises.
Yet every man that enhances the mountain
Can climb above all others,
And ascend the ladder to heaven.
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