Mountains of choices, fields of regret, Rivers of hope that I haven't crossed yet. Deserts of desire, valleys of shame, The dark gray clouds, they drench me with pain. Canyons of chaos, plateaus of proof, Waterfalls shedding tears of the truth. The lakes they are lying, the ocean it roars, The bitter blue sky, away, away it soars. The forests are failing, the roots give way, The trees kneel down and start to pray. The hills are unhealthy, the air is too thick, The plants they are choking and the flowers, The flowers are sick. I thought we were in touch But deep down, the guilt alone. We've hurt each other so much, And now we both are dead. Mountains of choices, fields of regret, Rivers of hope that I haven't crossed yet.