I've built a hill within myself,
A hill of my own design,
But on this hill there is no more light--
The sun refuses to shine.

This hill was made of hopes and dreams,
All things I added for years,
But on this hill there is no more hope--
Only insecure feelings and tears.

I've climbed on this hill a number of times,
Up it and down it I've ran,
But on this hill now I've grown so afraid--
Since the house's construction began.

I never intended to build such a house,
I'd rather have lived on my hill,
But this terrible house has grown out of me--
And replaced all my warmth with it's chill.

The walls are made of pure desperation,
Crafted of lies the floors here,
And this terrible house holds me within--
'Neath a ceiling constructed of fear.

I've desperately tried to live on my hill,
And lied to myself through the bout,
But this terrible house has locked me inside--
Now I'm much too afraid to get out.

.......©1989 kmg