From the hill life looked easy
a soft wind carried troubles far and away
to others who always paid on time and carried heavy weight
and allowed us to waste away at our leisure
Who worried? Who wondered? not I, nor you.
No friend could comprehend cost...no matter how great
Now lines mark our eyes, our hearts hang heavy from hardness
though joy was once ours presently we feed on sorrow
turn up your collar against the bitter gale
she cares not for you
and she smiles as she stings your sin-laden skin
take her hand, follow, and fall
-Randolph Collins
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