Small Ensemble,Strings Cello,Organ,Pan Pipe,Piano,Violin - Digital Download SKU: A0.976835 Composed by Monica Bergo. Spiritual. Score and parts. 35 pages. Monica Bergo #3235427. Published by Monica Bergo (A0.976835). 2017 Holiday Contest EntryALL SLEEPING ON THE HILL   While  it  flowing words and pictures All are sleeping on the hill They are so many, so beautiful and pale They are waiting on the hill Princesses  looking  frail That pose  themselves  unnecessary questions They are  died and  now are  free but  they wonder why   If I Had  been more yielding, if I had  been a little 'more docile He is always  so unstable, maybe it was my fault If I Had known take him, and learned not to respond If I always said yes, I would be alive and still there   They are women of all nationalities And girls   who never bloom While  the seasons and the years pass Their face is ageless   And they are mothers, daughters or lovers Prostitutes,  holy or wives No heaven or hell They are waiting for you Tonight the sky is brighter They will be shining Shooting stars now that you do not have a sky Tell me where you flee     Do you feel guilty But you're not you that you have sinned Hide the signs And the secret inside you Everybody knows but it is more comfortable silence As long as you lie to yourself I had a dream, a nightmare, but I was awake On the hill expecting me   Princess,  sleeps in the trash Your  Prince  control no longer has And a tear remains motionless Witness of this' atrocities You Follow the avenue of pain and tears And  walking on the hill and reach the motionless  companions Waiting for you on the hill   unites them by  horrible fate Different stories with the same ending And as avenging  goddesses expect The man who defiled And it is a black angels  army their choir is high is unstoppable resonates loud, an echo that is relentless haunt your sleep and a thousand ways to beat you know; Hide the world what you really are the last  image  behind  those  eyes the blind fury inside you   while in the sky it appears lightning I launch myself on the hill I put a flower and remain motionless And and I fall asleep here , on the hill ......... ..                                                         Monica Bergo