The Ride of Your Life

Rest now by my side as we sing along
In the glorious train we do ride, long
For the open air with me as we sing
"Bring back my bonny to me." We shall wing
Along on a coat of silvery cold
That has become our cloak, old memories
That keep us warm in the waning hours
That we have yet to go. Insane towers
That crush our human will, those bowers yet
Attached to those trees on the hill, now net
Their thorny hands across our face and brow;
But we shall press on in the ride of our life,
As we do trespass a world without strife.

                               The Ride of Your Life, (c) Luke Bennette, April 2012