The hill on which I stand.
What goes around comes around, And you'll find yourself renewing memories, You'll find yourself right back to where you started, But somewhere completely new. God doesn't want me to dwell in the past, But today he led me here. I was once standing on this hill As a completely different person With someone completely different Than today. Back then I returned home with scratches on my legs Because the grasses were too tall, And there was a drought but still I was afraid to cross the river. Now here I am on a golden hill, The grasses are soft on my skin, The water feels alive through my fingers. Yes, the pain was mine But so was the resentment. Yes, I never received a sorry But the chain was mine to set free. Forgive my anger, Forgive me for not forgiving.