The Canyon’s Deep Song: A Lament Carved by Wind and Water

In the Old West, your word was your bond, and respect was earned the hard way.

In the canyons grip where shadows creep,

The winds lament, their secrets seep.

Old waters wail through stone and bone,

A haunting song in twilight’s throne.

Jagged cliffs, like sentinels, stand,

Whispering tales of a bygone land.

Where echoes dance ‘neath the moon’s soft glow,

And the heartache sings of the lost below.

Each rocky path tells of journeys long,

Of cattle drives and a cowboy’s song.

With leathered hands and a weathered hat,

He rides the trail, where the spirits chat.

Yet in the dusk, as darkness clings,

The canyon’s song of freedom rings.

A bittersweet ballad, fierce and grand,

Carved by wind and water’s hand.