In the shadow of the nightfall, where the wild winds blow,
A lonesome cowboy wanders, with a heart steeped in woe.
With every flicker of the stars, he chases down his dreams,
Through fields of swirling memories, lost in thunder's screams.
Riding hard through dust and doubt, he holds his head up high,
The saddle holds his secrets as he watches storms roll by.
Each raindrop sings a story, of love he left behind,
With pride stitched in his denim, he knows he'll be just fine.
Chorus of the crickets plays a tune only he can hear,
In the rhythm of the nightfall, he confronts his darkest fears.
Through the echoes of the past, under blankets of the dark,
He finds a spark of hope that ignites his cowboy heart.
With each clap of thunder, like a drumbeat in his soul,
He dances with the shadows, feeling finally whole.
The lightning paints his journey, bright against the black,
He smiles at what he's lost, knowing there's no looking back.
In the midnight silence, he reflects on what he's seen,
The mountains and the valleys, the battles in-between.
Though the night is heavy, beneath its velvet dome,
He wears his pride like armor, for this wild heart's his home.
As the dawn begins to break, and the storms fade away,
The cowboy knows his purpose, he’ll ride another day.
With every dream that calls him, and every tear he dried,
He’ll always chase the thunder, with a cowboy’s heart and pride.
In the canvas of the sunrise, where hope begins to rise,
He’ll hold onto those dreams, beneath wide open skies.
With a heart still full of wander, through the fields he’ll glide,
For beneath the watchful thunder, lives a cowboy full of pride.
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