On a dark and cold November night a singer songwriter
Came to us and pour out his heart and mind
With every word and melody,
With every beat of the drum and every key played
Brings us down on our knees and with every heart
Leaping for joy and waiting to hear more
He tells of stories of dreams and hopes
Takes us on a Journey no other man has done
With the screams and cheers on a one night stand
He reminds us that if tomorrow never comes
and tells us of a Dance that we share
With all the love and devotion comes from the heart of only one man
Born with a gift and talented as he to a man name Garth Brooks
We are dearly grateful we your fans would never be able to repay
For all that we have heard and seen
Thanks for the music and memories
Thanks for The Dance we truly do share
we shall be free....
By Richard J. Swartz - Copyright ©2007
Ed
Sandie May Joyce :o)
P.S. Oh, you might want to take a second look on the title of this poem.
"We Shall Be Free"
love, Kat x x x
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.