High upon my hill.
How wonderful it is up here,
High upon this majestic hill,
The air is clear and the view surreal,
Here I am alone with my inner most thoughts.
The sense of peace and serenity,
I feel so free and my mind is wonderfully clear,
Nothing is wrong, all is calm within,
I indulge in self release.
I love it up here so very much,
My dad always said that god lived up here,
Keeping his holy eyes on all around,
Perhaps I feel him now, perhaps I do.
The cool breeze washes over my face,
Cleansing my mind, my soul, such joy,
My special place, alone to think, to ponder,
I shall always return, return when I need,
Because high on this hill,
I find life again, I find me.
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