My Wind - May 9, 2001

My Wind
(c) May 9, 2001

When I was only seventeen
The wind belonged to me
I came to be the horse
The one with grace and speed

I was not a tame horse
I was young and free
Running was my constant
Predictable as breeze

Many times God saved me
and more times he has cried
begged with me to slow down
but I never tried

Sun will turn to thunder
in a seconds flash
and the wrath of life is here
as today becomes the past

I've been on a whipping pole
near most all my life
punished by my choices
self destruction is my right

I'm the horse who can not die
to suffer is my creed
My wind has gone to pasture
Please leave me here to bleed

by Ricky D. McKean

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