In the shadow of a tired saddle,
I ride through whispers of a shattered past,
Fading echoes of laughter linger,
In the corners of my mind, they last.
These worn-out boots have held my journeys,
Cracked and calling for a little grace,
Along a dusty highway, they tell stories,
Of restless nights I've tried to chase.
The rambling song of the open road,
Plays a melody of freedom lost,
With every mile, I'm feeling heavier,
Weighing the toll of a life’s cost.
Each sunrise brings a chance for healing,
But ghosts of heartache still reside,
Searching for peace in this wild world,
Where all my hopes and dreams collide.
With every turn, new memories waiting,
And every tear shed in the rain,
I find a strength that keeps on playing,
The music ties my heart to pain.
Yet within the scars, there’s beauty shining,
Like stars that fill the midnight sky,
The journey holds a promise for tomorrow,
Where tired souls are free to fly.
So here I'll stand, the sun on my shoulder,
Embracing both the joy and strife,
For each wound bears the mark of living,
And in the dust, I find my life.
And when the road at last is ending,
I’ll wear the love I've found and lost,
With every memory, a bit of longing,
Letting go, I’ll count the cost.
In the silence of the evening,
I'll hum that rambling song with pride,
For though my past will always linger,
I find my peace in the ride.
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