Riding where the grass is greener,
Where the sun will meet the land,
Past the lake, across the river,
Down a road that has no end,
All my cares I have forgotten;
Almost nothing left to lose -
My short life, a horse, a bottle,
My old gun and dusty shoes.
Never wondering what's coming,
I remember this or that,
And a simple song I'm humming
Makes me smile beneath my hat.
Knowing nothing is forbidden
Under cloudy summer skies,
I can swear that endless freedom
Is a cowboy's paradise.
Freedom
© Copyright: Полина Кочина, 2016
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