Hills

Hills
by me(whatever)
to Ships in the Night

He held his breath,
he closed his eyes,
left fumbling through,
as they all said their goodbyes.

the phone calls stopped,
just like the letters on the steps.
His father wouldn't speak,
and the whole house wept.

There was Campanella,
waving his greetings far away.
No friends, no dreams,
as he drifted like a blue jay.

He ran out on the hills,
when it was night and full of stars.
He was quiet and sang a song,
a song of his caging bars.

Too many apologies,
too many tears shed.
Too many people alone,
too many words unsaid. 

He couldn't stay and wait,
the world kept spinning on
He left in the middle of the morning,
before the sun was in the dawn.

He ran out on the mountains,
when it was day and full of light.
He was quiet and sang a song,
a song of how he could still fight. 

Too many regrets,
too many wasted days,
Too many arguments,
too many people who won't stay.

He tried to find a way,
a way to survive.
He lived and lived and lived,
before he realized he was alive. 

He ran back home,
to the abandoned house on the hills.
His father on the floor;
a life eaten in pills.

he kneeled on the roads,
running from the crashing sea.
He was swallowed by the whaling nights,
yet all he could do was flee. 

It was him; only him,
all by himself in the drowning skies.
He held his breath,
He closed his eyes.

He ran out on the hills,
when it was night and full of stars.
He was quiet and sang a song,
a song of his caging scars.

He ran out on the hills,
when it was night and full of stars,
He was quiet and sang a song,
a song of breaking his caging bars.

Too many apologies,
too many tears shed.
Too many people alone,
too many words unsaid.