The fading sunset paints the sky,
As shadows stretch across the land,
I ride alone, just me and my thoughts,
With a broken saddle and a weary hand.
The whispered breeze calls out my name,
Where the distant trail meets the night,
I'm a wandering soul, lost and unclaimed,
Searching for warmth in the fading light.
Midnight fire, keep me warm,
While the stars above tell their tales,
I chase the dreams that keep me strong,
But the path I roam often trails.
I see the dust of the road behind,
Each mile a story yet untold,
With every turn, I leave a piece,
Of my heart, as memories unfold.
The fading sunset will soon be gone,
But my spirit rides on like the wind,
With a broken saddle, I’ll carry on,
Through the nights where old roads begin.
Midnight fire, you’re my faithful guide,
In the silence, I find my way,
With each whispered breeze, I still confide,
To the lonesome highway, I’ll always stay.
So here I am, with my tales and my scars,
Where the horizon kisses the day,
As long as this road leads me to the stars,
I’ll find my peace on this lonesome highway.
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