Iron Mountain
The bus stops
We all talk
The yelling ceases
The happiness fades
Jaws drop
At what we have to face
A house on a hill
Awaits at the top
A suicidal hike
The escapers get caught
We start to walk
Marching higher up
Vertical steps
Upon a really big rock
At the top
A beautiful view
Mountains roll on
We stopped and drew
Beads of sweat
Build up on our face
We finish our sketches
And leave without a trace
The descent is hard
Our feet slip
Our savior awaits
What
a trip!