If I could, oh I would climb atop a mountain,
Which one, I do not care, despite fatigue or pain,
Once up there, high above all, my head in the clouds,
Where this white veil over the earth is like a shroud,
I would shout into the sky, I would scream to the world,
My fears, my anger, my joys, my love, all would be hurled,
I’d put my heart into voice and let it carry
I’d pour my soul and rejoice from my new aerie.