In the morning light, where the shadows play,
I find my heart drifting, lost in yesterday.
Backroad memories, riding side by side,
With a cowgirl soul, my dreams can’t hide.
Sunset fire paints the sky in gold,
We’d laugh till it hurt, where the stories unfold.
But broken promises linger in the air,
Like whispers of a love that just wasn’t there.
Oh, those windmill dreams spun 'round in my head,
Chasing the sunset, through the paths we tread.
Every little promise, every sweet caress,
Faded like the clouds, in a world that’s restless.
Underneath this moon, I hear the coyotes call,
Reminding me of you, every rise, every fall.
With the stars as our witness, we shared a fate,
But time slipped away like sand through the gate.
Now I wander these roads, with a heart full of scars,
Chasing the echoes of who we were in those stars.
With horseshoe luck, I’ll find my way back,
To the love we had lost in that faded black.
So here I stand, where the wildflowers sway,
A cowgirl’s heart still searching for the day.
In the evening's embrace, as the shadows unwind,
I’ll keep on living, with love left behind.
And in the stillness, I’ll find my reply,
Holding onto memories beneath this vast sky.
For though you’ve moved on, and the dreams may fade,
The sunsets remind me, true love is never laid.
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Horseshoe luck, Delta dawn, Backroad memories, Cowgirl soul, Sunset fire, Broken promise, Windmill dreams