Boomtowns and Broken Dreams

Do what’s right, ride tall, and keep your boots clean—it’s the cowboy way.

In dusty streets where fortune calls,

With unshod hooves and raucous brawls.

Gold dreams unwind in a gamblers hand,

While hopes like tumbleweeds drift through the land.

The saloon doors swing, laughter rings,

Yet shadows whisper of shattered things.

A ladys smile, a rusted dime,

Each souls a story lost in time.

Beneath the stars, ambitions flare,

But grit and greed lay souls bare.

Like mirages rising from heats embrace,

They lure the heart to a reckless chase.

So as the sun sets on this frontier,

And troubled whispers draw near,

Remember the price for dreams so grand,

In boomtowns where many a heart turned to sand.