Hostile Hill

Sometimes he calls some
Enemies friends
And from enemies some friends
The enemy is what he is
The ground is rougher than a hug
Run or walk, smile or cry
For a deep search, truths and lies
For a cruel people destiny
Choose a good coffe
The heart can indeed lead

You to the wrong side
Where Love is not created
Culture is frear
Run from the lights
Someone once made us fly
The blinding lights never forgive
Anyone at night
There is no mountain so hight
That it makes you cry
Sometimes your look
Makes the place
Meet you in the Sky

The earth has gone mad
In sanity in the place of the Sun
And in the streets without love
Cities gave way to hills
In a land without love
The river changes color
We change our mood
Things mold themselves to us
Love has moved away from us

But the welcome sign
Just want to say goodbye
You to the wrong side
Where love is not created
Culture is frear