Trail of the Morning Star: The Journey Toward Hope and Redemption

The West wasn’t won by luck—it was carved by determination and hard work.

Beyond the hills where dawn first breaks,

A lonely rider for freedoms sake.

His hat pulled low, his spirit high,

He seeks the light beyond the sky.

The trail winds on, through dust and grass,

Each hoofbeat whispers of futures past.

With every stride, his troubles wane,

A journey forged through hope and pain.

The lonesome howl of the wild coyote,

A symphony of stars, his guide and envoy.

As campfire flames dance in the night,

He dreams of home under silver light.

At mornings touch, his heart ignites,

With every dawn, new courage bites.

The trail of stars, a path to grace,

He rides again, redemptions chase.