Singing A Johnny Cash Locus Song For Me! Poem by Mark Heathcote

A ganging ocean washed over me.
When I was young, I was already old.
When I loved, it was a careless love.
That washed over me.

Yes, it was a ganging mountain range.
That stood and stamped around me.
So I grew up hard and estranged.
And my heart I short shrift upon the wind.
Like a rank, mouldy dank potpourri.
And my soul, with the emptiness of a shell I assigned
A cry, and oh, how I cried...
Until my ganging oceans ran dry.

But the deserts I took a rest bite in
They were all too cold even for me.
To sojourn in, so I walked as a wry vagrant.
And I followed the eastern sun in the sky.
Way up high until again a storm unfolded.
And a ganging ocean washed over me.
'Singing a Johnny Cash locus song for me.'

Oh, a ganging ocean washed over me.
When I was young, I was already old.
When I loved, it was a careless love.
That washed over me.

Yet it was that baptism fire that made me
And made that Johnny Cash locus sing for me.
So don't weep, don't feel sorry for me.
Because like the mountain waves that are born
To swallow, me under their waves with you.
To the sound of a Johnny Cash locus song
You know it won't be long till that tide turns around.
And then there'll be no more reason to feel drowned.

Oh, a ganging ocean washed over me.
When I was young, I was already old.
When I loved, it was a careless love.
That washed over me.
But now I am free...
But now I am free...
But now I am free...