Come and

take me to

high mountains

Let me realize

that sometimes,

my voice

has to be my pen

and their ears

has to be my paper

Would they

keep my words

tucked in their

hearts' sleeves

forever?

Come and

take me to

high mountains

I'll shout out every

single word stuck

on my throat

Let me sit there

and wait patiently

until the echo

I'll hear next

isn't my own voice

anymore