Chasing Dreams Across the Plains
Out here, every cowboy knows that fortune favors the bold.
On dusty trails where silence reigns,
The lone rider moves through sunlit plains.
Beneath a sky of fractured blue,
His heart runs wild, both brave and true.
Each creaking saddle, a whispered tale,
Of distant storms and winds that wail.
With rugged hands that grip the reins,
He finds his strength in solitudes chains.
Stars flicker bright like ancient dreams,
As night unravels its silver seams.
The campfire crackles, shadows waltz,
In this vast world, he owns no faults.
At dawn™s first light, with spirits bold,
He rides again, his story told.
Through canyons deep and mountains tall,
The lone riders trail will beckon all.
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