Wild Horses

Underneath the endless sky,

Where the wild horses run free,

The cowboy's call, a lonesome cry,

Chasing dreams on the open lea.

Dust on the boots, stars in his eyes,

Moonlit trails and midnight sighs,

Long nights whisper tales of old,

Of freedom's fire, fierce and bold.

Horses gallop through the night,

Hearts are wild, spirits bright,

Riding free where the winds collide,

In the shadow of the canyon's side.

Cowboys ride, under the sky,

With wild horses, they fly high,

Long nights of desert lullabies,

Chasing sunrise in their eyes.

Through storm and silence, they stand tall,

Bound by the call of the wild,

Every dusk, every dawn's fall,

They're guardians of the free, untamed child.

So let the stars be their guide,

On the open plains where dreams reside,

Cowboys ride, wild and wide,

Forever chasing winds aside.