Gerry Legister (21/01/66 / Silver Spring, Westmorland, Jamaica)
The coin in the mind is very hard to define
The scale of pain passing through the family line
Take the sword and face the challenges of disease
Demons in the soul make our dreams freeze
Make a splash in the fountain of mysteries
The sword I hold unlock the cold images within
The dreams with hope brings greater gains,
More stars I see through the wet stain rain.
Here I see cold images through foggy windows
Wrapped up in time with my bleak surrounding,
That draws the cold breeze and icy winds
So thin the wire cuts through my thinking.
On troubled moors cold images bleached the air
Refresh my wills and drifts away into the atmosphere.
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