Little freedoms in the in-between moments
To conquer grassy hilltops in the countryside.

A silence deafened in deep space,
That not even the constellations could illuminate.

The freedoms were in the journey they'd say,
But these horrors,
my memory would not entertain.

Darkness veiled the stars
As the asteroids pounded the sea.

While you siege my shore,
You will not bury me.

Perhaps I will crash and burn.
Perhaps I will stumble,
But the Hills may never claim anything 'gainst me.