Out where the sun meets the night,
On a hollow saddle, I ride my dreams.
With the winds that whisper soft and light,
Lost in the echoes of silvery streams.
The dawn breaks over a frosted ridge,
As I trace the memories, faded but true.
Each step I take feels like a solemn pledge,
To find my way back, where the skies turn blue.
Lonely campfire on a starry plain,
Burning the shadows of the nights I’ve known.
With stories of heartache and love, like rain,
I've carved my name in the heart of this stone.
And the bourbon sky pours its amber glow,
Stirring the past in a sweet, sweet haze.
With each sip I take, I let the warmth flow,
Finding my peace in the smoke's gentle blaze.
I’ve wandered these roads, through valleys and hills,
Fighting the silence that screams through the night.
But up on the ridge, my spirit restores,
A shimmered horizon brings courage to light.
So I’ll ride till the morning, with hope in my soul,
Chasing the sunsets that color my fight.
Each journey unfolds, making broken hearts whole,
Under the vastness of stars shining bright.
With love as my compass and faith as my guide,
I'll travel these trails where the wild rivers run.
In the whispers of twilight, I won’t have to hide,
The shimmered horizon calls me back home.
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Shimmered Horizon, Hollow Saddle, Frosted Ridge, Lonely Campfire, Bourbon Sky