Up the Hill

Trapped in the forest, going insane The cold breeze lingers, whispering my name Silhouette surrounded by fire chant and dance I will blow out the flames once I get a chance The trees look down on me and sees my fears The waters comes from a lake full of my tears Up the hill the reaper is waiting for me Up the hill my headstone will be Up the hill is a figment of my imagination- a lie Up the hill the reaper can say goodbye The moonlight and the stars twinkle so bright The garden brings peace within the night Ivy stones laid out on the loose brown sand Silhouettes call my name, holding out a hand The trees look down on me and sees my fears The waters comes from a lake full of my tears Up the hill the reaper is waiting for me Up the hill my headstone will be Up the hill is a figment of my imagination- a lie Up the hill the reaper can say goodbye