I INHERIT BUT THE WIND
EMPTY AIR AN EMPTY TIN
COBBLESTONES OF DESTINY
THE FUTURE WAITS DIRECTING ME
I THE PAYER OF THE TOLL
HEAVY BURDEN ON MY SOUL
I WHO COME AGAIN, AGAIN
I INHERIT BUT THE WIND
THIS MY SPACE AGAINST THE WALL
OF RECKLESS TIMES THAT COME TO CALL
ASK ME NOW WHERE I HAVE BEEN
I INHERIT BUT THE WIND
Robert Parker Jameson April 20, 2009
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