Down the Hill
walking down the hill,
after working all day with the tips of my pen,
hearing your footsteps,
the steps that i adore really resembles,
loudly your voice called,
startles me up with a chill down my spine.
looking at your eyes,
seeing you beg for something u cant afford to,
but your voices pleases,
words that soothes plead for forgiveness,
with your smile that shines,
happiness indeed spreads through the air, hell yeah.