Friday, March 16, 2012


Smooth as the rocky desert's red sand
With the sunset descending upon the rocks
Guitar in hand, he pleads with his Gods
Don't take me away it's too early to leave

I've been here my Lord but not done my part
Just give me one chance and I'll make it alright
I'll prove it to You because nothin else will do
One last chance, I'll change, is all I'm asking from You

So he sat there and played until the red sky set
When the darkness came in and found him alert
He did not stop but kept on playing
And sang himself hoarse with the wild escort
Of the coyote's howl that saddened the day
But strengthened the man as he played and played
With his guitar in hand, he found himself fraught
With that fear his Gods struck him with


On this earth, I've been but not done my part
Just give me one chance and I'll make it alright
I'll prove it to You because nothin else will do
One last chance, I'll change, is all I'm asking from You

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