Ride Your Ride

September 8, 2001

Sorry I’m Late, I had trouble getting here

I met a man, yes another strange one

I was standing, Looking up at the thunderclouds

He said he was, the man who keeps the sky

 

What kind of people are these

Who put more value on property than people

Who put their wealth before their wisdom

Who fill the air with dust and all these poisons

 

I can carry, the sound with my bare hands

Of the ships bells passing in the night

I tend to the roofgardens of the world

Rest your tears, let me show you how to make it rain

 

The path of life is not an easy one

And we must sail the oceans of our dreams

Steer clear of all the money scrapers

And when the thunderstorms come my friend, ride your ride

 

Ride your ride

I can make it rain

I am a thunderdreamer

The keep of the skies

I can make the lightning

I can bring the rain

 

Words by Mark from “Cactus Farming At The Ends Of The Earth” first published by Miracle Grow 2001.