15 Feb 2017 – Song: Sixty Years
Sixty years and I ain’t grown wings.
Sometimes at night my soul still sings.
I’m leashed here by a strong steel chain.
My heart grows tired,
but my hope’s the same.
Sixty years and I’ve just grown old.
The nights are dark. I feel the cold.
Instead of song and steel and wood,
I pulled this plow
like they said I should.
Sixty years, but sometimes at night
I hear the wind, this flame burns bright.
Don’t tell me it’s too late for me.
If Samson could –
maybe I’ll break free.