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Boomtowns and Broken Dreams

Trusting the Steady Steed

A cowboy’s trust in his horse is as deep as the canyons they ride.

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.