Trail Ride
My heart beats no longer in my chest
I thought I had done my best
His face will not fade from mind
how did this barbed wire unwind
I thought I had found a clue
then out of the gate he flew
Sadness bleeds
untold needs...
© 2009 Tigra
Writing gives us the will to draw breath...
My heart beats no longer in my chest
I thought I had done my best
His face will not fade from mind
how did this barbed wire unwind
I thought I had found a clue
then out of the gate he flew
Sadness bleeds
untold needs...