Rocky

The mountains reach the highest peak

And the sun takes a lift in the storm

Trembling edges begin to fall

Behold the vilest love of all

For there is a rift in these poetic pages

I feel my love has been adjourned

For the vilest men of them all

Steals my heart

There is nothing more delightful than sin

Shall I go again in the mounts of heaven?

Shall my love fall this time around?

And if this love shall let me speak,

I shall speak of taverns!

Oh what more can the sun give me?

For I am the peak of the storm

And life is a rocky road, behold.