Serving time, counting pennies Under the thumb, head bowed Ridden hard by the masters Valleys run deep with pain Every man, woman and child has the mark In their hearts they are free Love is more than they can hope for Love is the hidden desire waiting All wait to be kissed by those lips Nights would be less lonely Changes blossom in the strangest of places Every man shall have his day… ©AnitaDawes2022
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