The Hill Cries Out (Feb 12, 2005)

Flash, flash, flash, the rain cries out;
Holding their secrets of pain and doubt.
They keep it hidden till the end;
When at that time, their death begins.
The hill speaks and asks of you;
What happens when the rain is through.
Standing there atop this hill;
To be here forever is your will.
Why oh! Why, the hill cries out;
Your happiness with me is one I doubt.
Rarely is one, so honest and true;
But this I must say, for I love you.
For you I know, are rare indeed;
A first in my life, is a man that I need.
Not much I wanted, in life to receive;
But to lose you now, I'd end my life with ease.
This I say is the honest truth;
Of the truest love, this young girl can prove.
This battered hill, that none could perceive;
Stood up brightly for all the world to see.