City On The Hill

Monseque
The ghettos hungry people cry
Food is wasted on the hill
Hands stretched upwards to the sky
That hill seems high and higher still
Summers gone and winters near
The valleys restless, you can hear
Seems lest they batter, burn and kill
Till their hungry mouths are filled
Therell be no city on the hill
There might be time to change the course
Lets appoint a meeting place
Till hill and valley wears the cross
And cleanse each other of disgrace
This lands a model of the world
Thats been a dream thats been ignored
But lets take haste and settle bills
Till their hungry mouths are filled
Therell be no city on the hill (Repeat and fade)