The Hill
apon this day I sit then lay
and stare at the city this day
I need no thrills
as I lay on this hill
I simply lay here and pray
I wonder of better times
or days I spend with friends
in the end around the bend
it is here I prefer to lay
every day I wake at the break of dawn ready for a brighter new day
here I stay were I wish to lay
apon this hill I pray.
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