On The Hill - KYLER ENGLAND
climbing up into the hills above the clouds
white feathered pillows obscure the view
of dirty streets and souls been bruised
looking out onto the waters calm and blue
i let go of all my anchored needs
and wounds born of empathy

i must confess
i’m not immune to the desire to

live up on the hill
communing with the skies
removed from all that’s real,
removed from you and i

and look down on pretty little things
and laugh and dance and sing
while lives are desperate below
breathtaking heights they’ll never know

Written by Kyler England