Stryker

High above the noise, the pollution, the crime Far away from the cities, the wars, the industry A tiny little speck on the map lies forgotten The people who live there prefer it that way Forest covered mountains soar into the sky Lakes with the purest water sit silently Trees covered in snow, ice covers the rest Making a living becomes more and more difficult Clearing away old growths with saw and axe For those strong enough to endure the elements A hidden paradise is the secret bounty Handshakes seal a promise as though set in stone Women and men's word given requires no special paperwork Pride in working the land means protecting it Honorable traits spring from endurance unspoken Pushing on through pain, loneliness and sadness Becoming dependable like wood and rock