The Cévennes (Occitan: Cevenas) are a range of mountains in south-central France, covering parts of the départements of Ardèche, Gard, Hérault and Lozère.
The word Cévennes comes from the Gaulish Cebenna, which was Latinized by Julius Caesar to Cevenna. The Cévennes are named Cemmenon (Κέμμενων) in Strabo's Geographica.
In French, the adjective derived from "Cévennes" is Cévenol (fem. Cévenole), as in d'Indy's Symphonie Cévenole, a composer of Ardèche origin (known in English as his "Symphony on a French Mountain Air"). The mountain range also gives its name to a meteorological effect when cold air from the Atlantic coast meets warm air of southern winds from the Mediterranean and causes heavy autumnal downpours, often leading to floods. These are called épisodes cévenols.
The Cévennes are a part of the Massif Central. They run from southwest (Cause Noire) to northeast (Monts du Vivarais), with the highest point being the Mont Lozère (1702m). Another notable peak is the Mont Aigoual (1567m). The Loire and Allier flowing towards the Atlantic ocean, as well as the Ardèche and tributary Chassezac, Cèze, the different Gardons to the Rhône, Vidourle, Hérault and Dourbie rivers that flow to the Mediterranean Sea, have their headwaters in the Cévennes. Cévennes National Park was created in the region in 1970 and the Parc Naturel Régional des Monts d'Ardèche also preserves some of the natural areas. Two canyons are near the region: the Gorges de la Jonte (the Jonte River gorge) and the Gorges du Tarn (the Tarn River gorge).
[Intro:]
Uh yeah, Forgive me lord
Uh, Cmon, Yeah, Uh
Listen to me
[Verse:]
This is the prayer of a hard weight heavy
I'm in a sea of depression, Please lord, Let my ship stay steady
Cause I ain't ready, To be devoured by the mouth of death
My cup of faith runs full, Now half-ounce's left
So I count my breaths and hold my own
Hopin satan ain't stole my throne
I know, All too well, What it's like to be young and poor
When everyday is as dark as the one before
And I just wanna be like you
Step out onto the surface of this water lord, And then run to shore
Would you meet me at the bank of the sea?
For a hug, Be as anxious as me?
I gotta know, Cause everyday is a fight to win
When you're surrounded by triflin men
Sometimes I feel I'm worth nothin more than just my mic and pen
I need you in my life again