FOUR FACES ON THE MOUNTAIN

Name: FOUR FACES ON THE MOUNTAIN
Duration: 264 s
Description: FOUR FACES ON THE MOUNTAIN by mBaileyz. Four faces on the mountain, let the years decide what it sees.

Four faces on the mountain, let the years decide what it sees.

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Intro

Suppose the mountain had four empty chairs. Who would this age put there?

Verse 1

One walks in holding nothing but a phone, asks the kind of question polished rooms disown. No marble hall, no seal above the door, just shoes on pavement and a steady floor. He points the lens where answers ought to be, then lets the silence make its own reply. A little red dot burns beside the screen; some doors look different when you walk inside. Four faces on the mountain, let time decide their ways.

Verse 2

One took a folding table to the crowd, a mic, two chairs, an questions loud. He made a living where the room pushed back, and left an empty chair, a face to attack. You don't have to wear another's view to know a voice can matter no matter who. The stone remembers more than what was said; it keeps the space where conversation bled.

Chorus

Four faces on the mountain, not because they all agree. One asks, one argues, one listens long, one builds what we can see. Maybe stone is just a mirror for the age beneath our feet. Four faces on the mountain, let the years decide what it sees.

Verse 3

One leaves the clock outside a studio door and lets a hard answer wander even more. Three hours can turn a headline into doubt, or make a small idea so big it shouts. No carved reply is waiting at the desk; the chair across can change the room or make a mess. A long road doesn't promise where it ends, it only gives thoughts as time spends.

Bridge

A mountain doesn't tell us who was right. It tells us who we couldn't look away from.

Verse 4

One keeps a launch count written on the wall, then treats the sky like work we cant stall. Steel leaves the ground, comes home, rise again; the far-off thing gets measured again and again. He bets tomorrow ought to have some scars, that maps are drafts until something falls. I look up at those four unfinished faces and wonder what our choices prove.

Chorus

Four faces on the mountain, not because they all agree. One asks, one argues, one listens long, one builds what he can see. Maybe stone is just a mirror for the age beneath our feet. Four faces on the mountain, let the years decide what it sees.

Outro

We carve the ones who made us turn our heads.

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01 / The opening