lonely hill

far up on a lonely hill,

i watched the mill from far away,

there I lay to set the scene for this story.

i watched the people come and go

hoping praying for one to stay

as they walked, far below

i was tempted to shout out

just look up

look up and say hi

don't say bye

Every now and then someone would

choose to stay

but then they would throw and hit

everything to run away

leave my life broken

so I became more secluded

more alone

retreating up my hill

i would no longer shout out

and would beg anyone to

not follow me

but then I realized I was too alone

and that no one sat aside me

so I crawled slowly done

to get them to join me

i didn't want to die on that hill

i had to stand and talk

be myself for once

and find someone to let me be

so i had to force myself to shout

to let me calm down

i had to stay that way

i couldn't stay on that hill

or I would die there

all it takes is a step

and you have to take a step

that is what you must do

let me walk away