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.