Alone I sit on the top of a hill

Thinking of how living in shadows has felt

In the eyes of my victims before they lay still.

All the pain and horror I must have dealt

All I want is to leave the shadows behind

And truly this time I will

Thoughts of light are now on my mind.

And I no longer desire to kill

I'm waiting for the sunrise today

On the cold, lonely hill where I sit

Before the wind blows my ashes away.

Maybe, I'll catch just a glimpse of it