Take me on a ride,
On that rusty bike.
Up above the hill,
To see the stars in the sky.
I feel the breeze on my arm
That once touched you,
Zephyr on my face feels so fresh,
As it passes through you.
Can I have this chance?
For you and I to dance.
On the squib of emotions,
I have no room to skip a glance.
I look at the moon
So bright and bold,
Calls me at the hilltop
To lay on grass with you.
O my dear hill, you taught me,
To stand strong and still.
Now that we rest on the hilltop,
I have the moxie to speak,
“That you took me to the happiest peak.”