Alexander Skip Spence
Cripple Creek
A cripple on his deathbedIn a daydream did rideAll past the streams of fireOn a petal path did glideHe left his wheelchair spinningDeeper in the mudIn it set his memoriesIn its body and its bloodAn angel came to greet himBy his side she flewWhispered, as a part of himWhat he already knewHis head was spinning freelyAnd it was plain to seeHis burden was himself, he boreThe sight his eyes could beHis death, it died quite easilyRight there, was gone for goodBut he couldn't see his loved oneLike he thought he shouldHe thought if they were gone, said heAnd this cannot be trueThe search to find what wasn't thereHas brought him back to you
From Letras Mania