A Hill So Far Away

I yearn for a pasture
Lying over the hill
A hill so far away
I peak over the edge of the windowsill
To fantasize about independence
It's lying just over a hill in the distance
A hill so far away
I am much to aware of my dwindling will
The will to get out of this place
When my mind begins to stray again
To that hill so far away
It strays to a place that is calm and fair
A place quite lovely and bright
I know that someday I'll get there
Over that hill so far away
But my journey is yet to end
I am still in this place of gloom
So I'll try to develope a plan to get free
But until then I'll pace this horrible room
And dream of a place that I'd rather be