As I was listening to worship music and cleaning, my soul suddenly wanted to lay. I opened up my balcony door and laid there looking at the autumn sky. In that stillness, tears began to fall, and my emotions poured out in spontaneous poetry:

I’m on the hill.

I’m on the hill.

The battles lost and won has led me here.

I’m on the hill.

I see the valley.

That valley caused me to run up here.

I’m on the hill.

I’m on the hill.

I thought it would be a different feel.

I’m on the hill and I still feel the sadness.

The sun is setting. The darkness is coming.

The darkness still comes no matter where I go.