A hill
In the distance I can hear the city's voices
Voices that fill nothing but the loneliness
That fill the empty heads of nobody
Noisy sounds of wrong and deceptions
The hopes that never will rise to heaven
Because of these stifling noises
A hill
From its height I can see how men
Are looking for something that will never arrive
Because first it is necessary to retrieve the simple song of the birds
See the wondrous sun cleaning the air in the morning
That air that allows us to breath with confidence
A hill
In its closeness to heaven I can hear the pain of God
For our faraway places where we are building our homes
So far from Him
So close to ourselves
These places are fakes in comfortable disguises
A hill
My hill
Our unbeknownst hill
Where we can stay forever
