25,000 ft. high of the Appalachian Mts.,
down the grapevine;
in the fountain,
"what's the time?"
'where is the crime?'
'I've lost who is mine...'
15 ft. to the fountain,
make a wish to the montain,
my bones remain dry...
beside my cave;...
and I'll stay,
why would I cry?
why should I die;
if only for you;
what should you do?
'it's all so divine;
My Immortal...
divine me one portal...'
