Shadow Mountain, where the echoes never sleep,
We carved our names in stone, where the lost ones keep.
Your voice still rides the wind, through the pines so steep,
I climb the dark alone, promises to keep.
Light bleeds through the cracks of a sky we once broke,
Thunder hums your name—never spoke.
At the summit’s edge, I breathe the ghost we fed,
Shadow Mountain remembers every word we never said.