i love rolling hills of green
by looking at it fades my pain
when sun stretches dark screen
i feel my back touching plane
i'm looking at ceiling dreaming
endless; i found myself smiling
when my eyelids kiss goodnight
some of you still working outright
callous grow on your young hands
pains pulse across your behinds
but you keep on going for a hope
tomorrow you'll free from rope
when i wake up i would do same
little bit better than i first came
music i hear i become part of it
some painful some are just sweet
now i'm wondering how you doing
whatever maybe keep on trying
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