Up on the Hill

Up on the hill

Every sign of life is still

Down by the bridge

I am lost to what it is

Why remain elusive?

Why deny a piece of good advice?

Why regret moments lost in time?

I know the road, but I’m paralyzed.

Poor poetry, ‘cause I can’t say what I mean

You were adrift, what I needed was a friend

Why remain elusive?

Why deny a piece of good advice?

Why regret moments lost in time?

I know the road, but I’m terrified.

I’m a mess, but I’m trying

God give me peace, let me rest

I’m trying

I am broken

Torn to pieces

Trying to get by

Will I know you?

Will I see you?

In the next life?