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The Never-Ending Song

I was once a hill,
Wild flowers crept
along my shadowy feet
In my dense, inviting arms
were birds, of colours
that you don't see any more

I was once a hill,
with sweat so sweet,
it flowed from my brow,
gushing towards the earth,
collecting in clear puddles

I was once a hill,
and you climbed my back,
smelling the green grass,
panting when you reached my ear,
Looking down on
a marvel of a world

I was once a hill.
Now, I'm dressed in cement
Bags untearable, chemicals foul and dark
They tear me down bit by bit every day
Like a hungry bird on a rat

I was once a hill,
Now they drill me to the ground
Make their homes
On my bones, crying out aloud
I don't complain too much.

I was once a hill,
Now my fingers
are crushed into a million pieces,
My pounding heart is painted with tar
What can I say? The wind is my voice.

Every grave has a ghost,
Tomorrow, mine will rise up
Up in a storm of dust,
Up in a sea of terror,
Come down in a torrent
Come down with the blinding sun

I was once a hill,
Today, I'm only a dirge...