Tired footsteps on a dusty road,
A rambling cowboy bears his load.
With shattered fences stretching wide,
He drifts along the evening tide.
The fading stars whispering low,
Trace the stories of places he’d go.
Once filled with hope and worn-out strings,
His heart still sings of better things.
The restless wind speaks through the night,
A lullaby of lost delight.
Each turn he takes, a tale unfolds,
Of love and life, of dreams on hold.
He rides through shadows, searching high,
For signs of love that slipped on by.
The open range, a bittersweet friend,
With every mile, he starts to mend.
In the silence of the twilight glow,
He finds the peace he didn't know.
With weary hands and an open heart,
He learns that healing is a start.
So here’s to the journeys, both rough and brave,
To the bridges burned and the souls we save.
Though the road is long and the night is dark,
He’ll ride until he finds his spark.
And as dawn breaks with a gentle sigh,
He knows tomorrow will never die.
In the heart of the moment, he’ll finally see,
Where the dust and dreams collide, he’ll be free.
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Tired footsteps, Shattered fences, Fading stars, Rambling cowboy, Worn-out strings, Dusty road, Restless wind