On top of the hill watching
people ants crawling, scrambling...

Devil horns caress heartstrings
twangs resound...

One:
You say God crys...

Out in the open but cant be seen
every minscule trifling thought...

Silence
harsh and awkward...

Silver Tears are forever falling
Down the face of a forgotten child...

As the snow is falling
As the day lays dying...

Ahhh bubbly soda
my life and all...

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The sun is shining, melting all the snow...

She looks to the skies
on every dark night...

I'm stuck circling
lost in the rhythm of the path...

Stuck by a needle
pricked in the thumb...