Eight Minutes - March 1, 2002

Eight Minutes
(c) March 1, 2002

Eight minutes at a time
behind a frozen door
waiting for the day
my spirits free once more

Hope becomes a wish
the months will pass away
The enemy is time
and dearly I do pay

Eight minutes at a time
the walls are cold and blue
the pit is dark and damp
but my spirit I won't loose

Shining through the bars
the stars do beckon me
another restless night
Waiting to be free

Eight minutes at a time
the time it takes to smoke
and cast my thoughts to life
here drowning in my hope

by Ricky D. McKean

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