A Cowboy’s Silent Prayer

Freedom is found where the dirt road ends and the open sky begins.

Beneath the vast and starry dome,

Where restless winds whisper and roam,

A cowboy kneels on crimson sand,

His heart held tight in the moonlit hand.

The horses graze in silenced grace,

While shadows dance, they find their place.

With dust and leather wrapped in toil,

He seeks the strength of midnight soil.

Each star above, a wish unfurled,

A flicker of hope in a weary world.

He prays for peace on this rugged land,

With calloused hands, he makes his stand.

As dawn breaks free, with golden rays,

The cowboy rides where the freedom sways.

His silent prayer floats on the breeze,

In every heartbeat, the wild heart frees.