The mountains engulf my loneliness
And the hills they do the same
The creek flows through with sadness
And the trees carry whispers of wind
Oh, how I've longed to feel happiness
Amongst these dying willow trees
The birds, they pine to sing they're song's
Alas, they're voices cease to pray
Nov 27, 2018
Nov 27, 2018 at 2:45 PM UTC
The mountains engulf my loneliness
And the hills they do the same
The creek flows through with sadness
And the trees carry whispers of wind
Oh, how I've longed to feel happiness
Amongst these dying willow trees
The birds, they pine to sing they're song's
Alas, they're voices cease to pray
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