Hill at our home

We've left our homes, for the dusty road though it weighed us down, to go. Now ,see,burning in the sun fire in our bellies. Today ate us up and never chewed, though we still rolled along,cause ' a you. The change that we don't see, is happening to me though you are watching. It is cold ,it is dark, in the big black heart, of the wood,of the hill, at our home. We are all,all but left in a wit u-breath. We are all of the pack in the fire. It is green,it is damp by the burning lamp, of the woods,of the hills, of our homes. Oh,how I long,for the things I have for the burden I don't own. Do I know,how to please youre head pour the contents back that are spilling from my back. the day is long,and the spark won't call No saw,in the chest. It is cold,it is dark in a big black heart, of the wood,of the hill, at our home. We are all of the pack in the fire. Oh you,the husband of the wife I know you are watching . Oh you, the husband of the wife I know you are watching