It was a long hard climb,
To seek heaven’s relief,
To this hill so sublime,
From the valley of grief.
The police you see
Are playing a game
That won’t let you be
In a land you too claim.
Their uniforms disguise
The devil’s tailoring,
Forcing us to despise
What they are favoring.
The lady, she has said,
She has yet to see a god,
But it’s in her head,
The hills have been robbed.
So I left without will,
Though I did not depart,
For I walk with the hills
Deep in my heart.