So once again I’m drawn back here,
Alone atop the hill.
And just like always, thoughts run free,
And these ghosts haunt me still.
The cloudless skies show fractures now,
A rift begins to show;
Into those white tears high above
My memories start to flow.
I raise my fists to godless skies,
As if to make of them
Antennae to communicate,
To speak with you again
But hopes and dreams are cruel designs,
Be wary of their cost;
They’ll lull you into comfort lies
When everything is lost.
Reluctantly i leave this place,
Transmissions sent to sky
But soon i will return again
To witness your reply