Climbing Up The Hill- Homesick

Climbing up the hill

Was full of thrill

And all it was of my will,

Still Could not describe

Those selfie vibes

Nd seeing that tribes,

Still can feel the air

That blew my hair

But I knew someone was there

To take my care,

And now I see

Only me

And some like me,

Climbing up the hill

But no more thrill

May be lost that will,

Now it's different

We want to be efferent

To see our parent,

And now I say

Climbing down the hill

Is full of thrill

And is of my will.