Distant Hills

Distant hills, where as a child I ran,
Nevermore to roam there as a man.
The lost slopes of my childhood
Are hidden by the wild wood,
Barbed with all the thorns of all the years.
Distant hills, present tears.

Distant hills, where years ago I played.
In the end, a little of me stayed.
My long, enchanted playtime,
The never gone away time,
Facing down the darkness in my soul.
Distant hills keep me whole.

Distant hills, where one day I’ll be lain,
Free at last from fever in my brain.
Homecoming in the twilight,
I’ll guide you safe with my light.
Listen for my laughter in the trees.
Distant hills such as these.