It started at the hill of time,
by Dan Jensen
The hill with will of crime,
I fell falling down,
I dropped my lifes crown.
I walk day and day,
I walked every way and way,
But the path of my feet is sorest.
My feet are burned away,
I still walk this day,
But without my feelings here,
Without my feelings, but full of fear.
It is all my fault,
My spirit fell into death's vault,
I wish help would come,
Or atleast one sign of the sun.
I again miss my loved darling,
My soul's sparkle, no more sparkling,
I was thrown off,
Just as I gave my lifes last painful cough.