Another Year
I’ve always rode into the wind
Just searching for a little taste
I know there were so many years
Behind Steel bars I went to waste
I went without a tender touch
Years I spent with no one to hold
There is no way to light the fire
When everything feels very cold
I lost all touch with Mother Earth
And everything that I hold dear
I longed to hear a tender word
As water filled my eyes with tears
I could smell your scent in my dreams
And see the beauty of your face
That’s the pure hell of doing time
Facing one more year in this place
Copyright © Michael Jordan | Year Posted 2009
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