If wishes were horses
men would ride
past me, It moves, The hearse…
my emotions I can’t hide
my greatest wish now is resurrection
of who I see dead before my eyes
but my wishes like horses are running from an insurrection
brought about by the situation in my mind, Confusion.
How do I cope? How do I persevere?
In the face of this temptation so severe
my trust in life is all but shattered,
my very being is all in tatters.
console me not with words and kind,
console me not with money and talk
bring her back! is my only wish
from here to eternity this horse, I’ll ride.