André ViaMonte - Hill of Hope Lyrics

This is the story of the weirdest man weird
There is a man walking on the street
He cries the song, the scary beat
Hidden in pretence, no one to hold
Blaming all his life, no longer bold
Fighting for his life, he sheds no tears
With no regrets, has no fears
Can't make a smile, a darkened face
A past to hide, a wounded grace

Run
There's no time to waste on people
No longer young, to cry
About the sequel
Run, there's no time
No longer young, to cry

There is a man, walking in the clouds
His eyes are wet, among the crowds
Dancing in the sun, he knows of love
He hides no more, he rose above
Fighting for his dreams, he shows his heart
He breaks the chains, he lights the dark
The world is light, his soul is free
The fears within, no longer be

Run, there's no time to waste on people
No longer young, to cry
About the sequel
Run, there's no time
No longer young, to cry

People
It's always mad people!
It's always mad people
People, people, people
People, people, people
Plastic people
Plastic people
People, people
Plastic people!
Fast food people
Fast food people
It's all about those people
It's all about people
Plastic people
People, people, people
People, people, people

Run, there's no time to waste on people
No longer young, to cry about this sequel
Run, there's no time
No longer young, to cry
Run, run
No longer young to cry