I Ride The Winds Of Saddleworth Moor
Howling winds and driving rain across the heather blow,
Red grouse seeking shelter, nestled tightly down below.
The sun's light made redundant, still reluctantly it tries,
A gallery of gray, hung painted all across the skies.
Scattered sheep with vacant eyes, shed raindrop tears that flow,
Upon this land that witnessed evil many years ago.
Twilight starts to linger as another day goes by,
A veil that drapes the earth in which my body does now lie.
Yet days soon turn to years gone by, and seasons come and go,
While I forever ageless in this darkness down below.
For seasons all are seasons none, when night and day collide,
This life unlived, a long time gone, so wrongfully denied.
I lie in state, encased within this tomb of sodden ground,
Anxiously awaiting for the day that I am found.
This world has claimed my body, yet my spirit wanders free,
Lost within this wilderness, for all eternity.
I ride the winds of Saddleworth Moor, I sail the summer breeze,
I walk across this barren land, I whisper through the trees.
Endlessly, relentlessly, throughout these hills I roam,
Until this soul can rest and I am finally back home.
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