The story of me

Up the hill

When one looks up the hill

One will feel a pleasantry chill

Up the hill I am

No longer among the damned

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Anxiously I look down

Aware that this is a new town

I start to hum

The dreams start to come

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The sun arises; a new day

The townspeople together pray

I am clear in sight

But no one ever sees my light

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A little boy me sees

Our eye contact makes him freeze

Something in me stir

Reminding me of what once were

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The day passes by

The townspeople's love me mystify

I have not said a word

No one has ever me heard

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Look at them is all I do

Waiting for the day to bid adieu

For then my hum will start

And blessed will be your hearts