You forgot your mountain, Caleb... You left it, for a handful of shiny pebbles.
Shiny, worthless pebbles, filled with flare and glimmer,
Not knowing that the high dry mountain you left was filled with treasures untold.
You were high on your mountain-top, bearing the burdens of life,
When one day a dark man arrived at your door.
He spoke of treasures untold in a land far away,
Then he opened his hand, and captured your gaze,
And led you astray.
So you left your mountain, Caleb.
Your mountain was dry and unglamorous,
Simple and tall. But it was your inheritance, and you had no idea.
But you were sick of the storms that would come,
And oh! How they would rage!
They'd come and go, wearing on you, attacking your foundation.
But as long as you stayed high on your mountain, you were firmly planted, and unshaken.
But the storms, they eventually overcame you.
They filled you with terror,
So you left your mountain, Caleb.
You decided the mountain wasn't worth it,
Nothing but a clump of dirt.
And you went after shiny pebbles in the dark.
So you went down the winding path, and left the threshold of your prize,
And sought after myth and mystery.
But That dangerous path only leads to disease and death.
But you wouldn't stop. You wouldn't turn around. You wouldn't head the words of your friends.
"The pain and sorrow, they can't be as bad as those storms", you would say.
And you pressed on, pressed further.
But, Caleb, you didn't know, you wouldn't stop, and though you found comrades who would agree,
They are all as blind as you.
So forward, you marched, with your merry little band.
Into abyss. Into darkness.
But you have one more pass ahead of you, Caleb.
One more fork in the road.
You're so far from home.
So far from your mountaintop.
But ahead there's one more chance for you to leave this dangerous journey to death.
Caleb, remember your mountain.
Remember your home.
If you pursue this wreckless dream, all that lies ahead is worse than any of the storms you've encountered.
You'll fall into the dark man's territory, and forever be lost.
Lost in his grip of endless lust, endless wrecklessness, endless death.
And for what? A handful of shiny pebbles?
Turn, and look, gaze back. If you look past the haze, past the darkness, you can still see it.
There it is, Caleb. Your mountain-top. Waiting for you. Your foundation. Your gateway.
See, you never knew, Caleb.
You never knew that the mountain of granate you lived on,
Was full of diamonds and gold.
It's your inheritance, Caleb.
You left it for nothing. The storms were your trials, but they were proving you, building you, preparing you.
But you left it for nothing.
Nothing, but dust and ashes.
Return, Caleb, claim your ground.
Take back what you fought so hard for, and gave away so easily.
Don't let the darkness win.
Fight every battle, make your stand,
Return to your mountain, or perish forever.
