On a dusty trail to freedom, where the wildflowers bloom,
I can feel the whispers of the evening’s gentle tune.
With the sun setting low, painting bright hues across the sky,
I chase the horizon, where my dreams are meant to fly.
The breeze carries laughter from the pines that stand so tall,
Echoes of the timeless stories told in years past to all.
Each step I take draws me closer to a life that feels brand new,
In the heart of the country, where I’ll find what’s tried and true.
Rolling hills and open fields stretch as far as I can see,
With the rustling leaves above me, they’re singing songs of free.
Every mile I wander breaks the chains that held me tight,
Guided by the starry sky that sparkles through the night.
As the moonlight dances on the water’s quiet face,
I’ll remember all the moments, every heart and every place.
The journey may be winding, but it’s leading me back home,
To where my spirit’s yearning, where the heart is never alone.
So I’ll walk this dusty trail, with the breeze beneath my wings,
Chasing after dreams that make a heart feel like it sings.
The horizon calls me gently, it’s where my soul will roam,
On this dusty trail to freedom, I finally feel at home.
And when the sun rises brightly, shining down on all I’ve found,
I’ll embrace a brand-new day, where my feet are on the ground.
For life is like a journey, with every twist and bend,
On this dusty trail to freedom, my heart has found its end.
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