Days of Oklahoma
It’s like Oklahoma
I owe you so much ma
Just like Oklahoma
I own your soul ma
To acknowledge
A survivor
On a strangers
Terrain
Is to move along
Minus the tears
And continue
The painting
In pain
The pictures
Then remains
But a mirror
Of things
To become
In vain
Because I own
Your soul ma
You will make it
No further
Than Oklahoma
But because
I owe you so much ma
I will grant
You safe passage
Toward your Oklahoma
Copyright © Jerry Golden | Year Posted 2008
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