Hillary laid down her black eyes
a fountain of tears
to melt the years
to find herself a prisoner of
crying for a hopeless rebirth

She makes a choice to catch the clouds
she finds a hill, she finds a rim
and found herself the perfect comfort
sleeping in the deepest canyon

Sinking to her knees to pray
she cried to heaven
and searched the stars
and found herself invisible
from helping eyes
and her comfort's arms

She makes a choice to catch the clouds
she finds a hill, she finds a rim
and found herself the perfect comfort
sleeping in the deepest canyon

where the birds would whisper, "Hillary..."
and the winds would whisper, "Hillary..."
and the years would bury Hillary
and the tears would marry Hillary