Hills

Nine o’clock she knows it’s time

For work at the shoe store just next door

I pity her life at this point and she is

Even more

You can tell by seeing the pearls in her eyes

Rolling down, down her cheeck

Trying to pull it together but missing a spot

And her mind doesn’t want to be weak

Every night the streets are too small

When she bikes herself through the cold

Didn’t they ever bring her home that one

Sudden night

You can tell by seeing the pearls in her eyes

Rolling down, down her cheek

Trying to pull it together but missing a spot

And her mind doesn’t want to be weak

And she lives by the record of expectations

And God made that promise about valleys

Love love and hills