I walked a thousand miles of stone just to unlearn my own name
Where the air is thin and cuts you with a truth you can't deny
Erasing all the lines I drew around my foolish pride and shame
Beneath the watchful judgment of a cold and unforgiving sky
This is not a quest for answers but a search for the right way to ask the question
A final confrontation with the noise inside my own suggestion
This is the call of the ancient a language made of stone
The heartbeat of forever on a high and lonely throne
This is the great undoing of the man I used to be
The final act of letting go to finally be free
There's a power in surrender that the striving never knows
It's a peace that washes over you and cleanses you of every single sin
A different kind of wisdom that the lonely plateau grows and always shows
The only real journey isn't outward but the journey deep within
This is where the ego shatters this is where the spirit speaks
In the silence between heartbeats at the highest of the peaks
This is the call of the ancient a language made of stone
The heartbeat of forever on a high and lonely throne
This is the great undoing of the man I used to be
The final act of letting go to finally be free
Less Ego
More Peak
Hear It Speak
Do Not Seek