Albert Martin


My Last Ride


Are you coming with me
In my last ride?
O how happy I will be
How glad if you walk by my side
When we reach the banks
Of that the last sea
Heaven it will be
About a mile

And we will see...

How the thoughts are breathing
Like a bird they're bound to hunt
Inside the minds of people leaving
Leaving their hometowns

And how the bird
It leaves its cage
And its song so loud so proud
It will sound

All my dreams like monks
They'll jump
From my mind
And so happy start dancing
In the wholly crazy
Merry go rounds

Are you coming with me
In my last ride?
O how happy I will be
How glad if you walk by my side
When we reach the banks
Of that the last sea
Heaven it will be
About a mile

Submitted: Sunday, March 02, 2014
Edited: Monday, March 03, 2014

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