I look upon the hills below,
Hearing all the conversations flow.
In my mind is a lost feeling,
But I soon realize I'm just healing.
We stay on our phones, ignore our life,
Might as well cut the tension with a knife.
Since we never feel that one moment of sadness,
We turn to our phones, turning into madness.
The thunder that strikes deep within our core,
Leaves us as a sobbing mess on the floor.
We turn to the piece of metal in our hand,
We concentrate so hard that we cant stand.
A struggle of humanity shown above,
Because of this it's hard to find love.
