September 22, 2008

Wild Horses











Make me run with them that's all I'm asking for.

You took away my kids, the rays of light of my life.

Make me run with them that's all I'm dying for.

You drew a line for me to separate what's yours and what's mine.

Make me run with them, that's all I'm bleeding myself for.

My wild horses are running too far, too fast. Make me run with them because I don't know how much time's left in my life.