Climbing Up The Hill- Homesick
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.