As the sun dips low and the fire starts to glow,
We gather ‘round, where the wild winds blow,
With laughter loud and the stars so bright,
This campfire's warmth feels so right.
The gentle breeze whispers stories untold,
Of freedom found in the nights of gold.
The fields stretch wide under heaven's dome,
In this tranquil place, I’ve found my home.
With every flicker, the shadows dance,
We spin our dreams, take a chance.
The crackling flames burn bright and free,
As the twilight wraps all around you and me.
The memories we make in this wide-open space,
Are etched in my heart, no time can erase.
A promise lingers with the night so clear,
That with every ending, there's nothing to fear.
So let the coyotes sing their song,
In this vast prairie, where we belong.
With a heart wide open to all that may come,
We’ll chase the dawn 'til the night is done.
And as the stars fade to greet the day,
We’ll hold on tight as we find our way.
This campfire's glow will never die,
In the twilight of freedom, you and I.
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