The Wind Crys Mario Poem by John Ackerman

The wind crys Mario to far off places above
a mere notion of beauty with the flight of angelic wings
sweet sentiments of charity deep inside of me
a vibrant taunt mystery I came to believe

You got to be strong in this life
once this is over you don't get a second chance
to roll the dice twice
vanity often blinds me from my hope of attaining eternity

with nothing more left inside of me
I'm still living out my legacy
the wind crys Mario on my face from below
with a faint humble song get along

Each new day is a great blessing
may leave one secod guessing
the flames of resistance form
in each circumstance turned

Longing to take part in the dance
hello it's me again
won't you be my friend?
take me to the beach

try to catch that frisbee so very out of reach
the Lord alone cares for my every need