Hope bounded over the mountain, happy to be born
Fumbling in her pockets, searching for a pen
And on some paper she wrote out details of her predicament
For her existence, temporal as it is
Results in fruition or painful banishment
Hope bounded over the mountain, happy to be born
Fumbling in her pockets, searching for a pen
And on some paper she wrote out details of her predicament
For her existence, temporal as it is
Results in fruition or painful banishment
The heavy sky, burdened by the weight of piled clouds
Loomed and threatened the labourers toiling on the exposed hillside
A shaft of hope sprung forth and as suddenly was devoured
Ominously, the supernatural preoccupied the hopeless souls
Until from their earthly presence they were released