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.
© Copyright 2008 By: Italian Stallion