Soul of the Hills


Thou art the soul of the hills,
May peace and strength to you they bring.
You got this, make the kill!
Light you up, spark, shine, blink.
Like thy land, strong you stand,
You smell the confidence of the pipes.
Don't worry 'bout the falling sands,
You just fell down, get up, it's fine!
You are pure, did no wrong, it's true,
Just repel the winds.
Clouds will perish, sky'd be blue,
When you master your mind.

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