B. C. CLARE

The life and opinions of...

The Royal Mountain

Petals on the trees
With Branches of beauty

Fooled by the promises of peace

The garden fell
Into the valley

Forsaken in the Shadow of the King

The darkness reigns down
The clouds call out

The Snakes gather around
Stones rising from the ground
A wall grows and blackens your crown 

Then the serpent turns to sword
And the stones becomes a road
A friend begins to take the wall down

Brick by brick

Brick by brick

Brick by brick 

His love rings out

"Hear my voice

Trust my words

I am known

I am Known

In your heart 

In your mind

In your soul and in your arms

Know that I am for you now

And I will wait
For you to let
Me lead the way back home
And if it takes
A thousand years

You are where I belong

Whichever mountainside you're on."