Perched on a parched facade

I have been a mountain, and I have been one for long

You were a beautiful eaglet, perched on my cliff

I have watched you grow, I watched you struggle to fly

I have always held you to me, sheltered you

But you have always hated me for my heights

Come summer, come rain, I have watched you with love

You watched the sparrows, the crows, the valley below

When you gained your first flight, you soared the clouds

You perched in your nest, entrenched in my bough

You saw everything, but you never saw me somehow

I have never needed, nor have I asked for your love 

This Mountain doesn't feel, and it is what I shown

It was a lie my eaglet, for you never could have known 

So rest again tonight and fly far away at first light

For I have accepted your obliviousness to my existence now