I live in a town of many hills
an everyday scene of people
like a familiar gesture
of hands of the ticking clock
I walk uphill in the morning
and downhill as the days end
As I sat for hours and think
of dreams I've had before
countless tales at some point
to where failure is a design
and reality is an instant
The day will end in an endless chat
like skies colored gray
that turns to black
Don't close the door
please wait for me
Down the hill,
I'm coming home
I live in a town of many hills
an everyday scene of people..