Remembering Lane Frost

(Brief instrumental with guitar)

The stars look down on a empty field,

Where legends breathe but wounds won't heal.

He rode like the wind, a heart made of steel,

With dreams in his eyes and the world at his heels.

A cowboy at heart, yet so much more,

Chasing the thrill, but longing for more.

But fate can be cruel, and life’s just a game,

What once brought him glory, now whispers his name.

Oh Lane Frost, you danced with the flame,

In the rodeo’s embrace, captured your fame.

But the dust in the air, it still lingers on,

With your boots on the ground, but your spirit gone.

A smile that could light up the darkest night,

Behind the facade, there was a hidden fight.

The cheers and the laughter, they echoed so loud,

Yet deep in your soul, the storm raged unbowed.

But you took the risk, with your heart on your sleeve,

In a world made of leather, you learned to believe.

Oh Lane Frost, you danced with the flame,

In the rodeo’s embrace, captured your fame.

But the dust in the air, it still lingers on,

With your boots on the ground, but your spirit gone.

The bull seemed to whisper, a challenge so bold,

But no one knew the tale the night would unfold.

In the blink of an eye, you were gone with the wind,

And rodeo dreams were left behind, pinned.

So we raise a glass to the brave and the few,

To the heart of a cowboy, forever true.

Oh Lane, we remember, as the seasons roll on,

You may be gone, but your legend lives on.