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
