Carry Me Like The Wind - David Ramírez

I was born in the city

It’s the only country I know

But deep inside me are rivers, canyons, and plateaus

And all the glory of American Soil

It’s richer than any farm land holds

I’ve stood on the mountains of Washington

And tasted the snow

And on the old brick streets of windy Chicago

I’ve swam the oceans of Sea Side and San Diego

I’ve run the plains of my Texas home

We were born of dreamers

So a dreamer I’ll remain even if I’m the only one

Because my heart is red and my brain says, «There is too much road to be left

alone»

So carry me like the wind and back home again

So in my final days I want to look like the mountains of northern California

For every line on my body I want a thousand stories

And for my heart to hold the great American novel

I have many friends but time is not one

He just rolls down that road as I hold out my thumb

Waiting for the day he puts me deep, deep in the grave

Bury me in American Soil

Deep in the ground with my forefathers

So I too, may whisper to all who follow

The same words carved into my skin

Carry me like the wind…