Far away between mountains and hills 

There echoed a voice that gave them chills

A stream passed by and moon rose high

Yet nature's sounds couldn't drown that cry

It whispered the tales of aching hearts

Who lived with grace, now torn in parts

The fading green seemed to share the pain

Of a land once free from a heavy chain

Some unmarked graves and fear of death

Weighed like stones on people's breath 

One stood at the peak to glance at home

Barbed in wires where none could roam

Bitter is the wail of human humn

Beating in chests like broken drum

Old wives narrated those brighter days

When children ran through uncaged ways

Then stories ticked with tragic ills

Far away between mountains and hills

Once home was untouched, wild, and grand

Now lost to the reach of a longing hand