Michael Jordan

I miss my old friend Michael Jordan And sometimes I wonder How is he doing And I pray To read the old gospeller again Tumbling fire into words Breaking Lucifer's chain Renouncing the bitter past And casting spells upon hearts That wait for his spring to come And often I wonder Did the rain ever fall Did the new grass grow good As he wanted it to O and I pray he is not sick Nor hurting in pain I long to read the old gospeller again And feel the fire of another soul Burning the wrongs of earth.