Nobody is immune
Now I must humble myself
before I am hewn down
and the ugly tree falls ontop of me
I could never run fast enough
before it all comes crashing down

Anxiety has taught me
there should be no flight
nor fight
when you're starring down
the face of a mountain
and he wants his kingdom come
But you must behave
as one who already knows the clumsiness of feet
and the insignificance of a fist in a rock slide

Be non-reactionary
and the mountain will shudder
Move your mind
and your spirit will flutter
Even a mustard seed
of faith
can sprout
into wings
I tell you
you will overcome
But it must be a lowly man's secret