The Rugged Hills

The rugged hills I look upon seem so deserted. Yet the whispering wind blows through those hills of singing a song of yesterday's wrongs. The rugged hills I will always remember. Their beautiful shapes and the eerie sounds of the wind. That bends through those hills with the songs of everything that went wrong. I will climb up those winding trails to the top. I will see my entire destiny down below and I will perch on top of those hills, to listen to the wind songs of yesterday's blues. That took the wrong bend that sends those winds to the sounds of the eerie cries of why people will die! Because of their lies and deceit that makes them feel incomplete to meet those rugged hills of yesterday's blues!