In the glow of Delta dawn,
I chase my dreams where the shadows are drawn,
With a horseshoe luck hanging 'round my neck,
I ride these backroads, never looking back.
My heart's a canvas painted with tales,
Of a cowgirl soul dancing in the gales,
With sunset fire lighting up my way,
I’ll find those broken promises, come what may.
The windmill dreams spin on through the night,
Whispering secrets under the pale moonlight,
In a world where memories linger and sigh,
I’ll breathe in the past, let those moments fly.
With the stars as my guide, I roam the plains,
Through laughter and heartache, through joy and pain,
Every mile I travel, I gather the strands,
Of a life woven tight with love in my hands.
Now the prairie calls, with its sweet, soft sound,
And I’ll ride forever on this hallowed ground,
So raise a glass to the memories we stake,
As we chase the horizon, never lose what we make.
In this endless twilight, where dreams come alive,
With a spirit unbroken, I’ll learn to thrive,
So let the world turn, let the seasons unfold,
Each whisper of the twilight, a story retold.
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Horseshoe luck, Delta dawn, Backroad memories, Cowgirl soul, Sunset fire, Broken promise, Windmill dreams