Back in the Saddle Again

Back in the Saddle Again

I'm back to be real, true and free

Yeah, I'm back in that saddle again

Tired and fed up of adventures

Trying and doing as I can

I'm hurt, I'm hungry, I'm lonely

Waiting for good night to relax wracked bone

FAR FROM or NEAR TO , don't know, human civilization

From that some of the HEALING, PEACE or HOME

Desperately I'm anxiously yearning

From some A and to some B

Life, open your arms

For my enemy

Whatever is my destiny

Whomsoever I will finally be for

You still continue leading, my LORD

It's you I still follow, honor & adore

No such life for part-time believers

No life for doubts and selfish control

No life for wishes, without gratitude

No life for playing an or no role

I am struggling for survive

I wish I was some more friend

That stuck and buried in the past

There is no hope to see an end

The boondocks are rough though

Oh, mighty sweet and sour, oh, liberty

Here I am so in my wacky weakness

Hardly having a roof above me

I'm screwy and also I'm loopy

I'm freaky, hardly someone, no one

Another life is up to make my ONLY day

No matter what, however, NO RISK NO FUN

HC_B - 20/05/09

[10:30 PM]