Riding Winds of Memory

by JOSEPH BRYANT (Italian Stallion)

In the bitter cold dark
Riding winds of memory,
A soft tender touch
Lingers within.

No more candle light,
No more orange moons.
No one in the distance,
As my heart slowly dies.

I’d stop the world
If only I could
Just talk with you
One more time.

I’ve memorized your face,
I dream of where you are.
Wish this never happened,
The awful way that it did.

I’d stop the world
If only I could
Just talk with you
One more time.

merdivinity

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