Slipping right past a hill,

I want to see the sun where it grew up.

My eyes seem to tear;

There is no fear inside of me anymore,

How could there be?

I will be there beside the hill

By the place that is rhyming always in my head.

There is no end to its brilliance there in the glade.

What will we find deep in the river by?

Ships that have gone under the water; the teachers swim out to greet it.

I'm there; this is nothing new, but it feels like it today.

Take care, my friends; I'll be there soon.