Feel the weight, of your pack. Delicious sweat, runs your back. Feel you breath, short and swift. Atop a mountain, a misty gift. A lift. Hear the wind, whispered song. It chills your bones, all night long. Hear the birds, singing bold. Close your eyes, tell tale told. I’m sold. Feel virtual rain Run down your face There are no tears My virtual space See the peak, a misty mount. Discovery, worth a shout. See your face, in a stream. Reflection-less, from a dream. Redeemed. Feel virtual rain Run down your face There are no tears My virtual space
Lyrics by John Berry