The wind blew dust and misery across my roof,
I watched my father build this dream, it's sacred to me.
It's called Silver Creek, it's more than just a piece of land,
It's the sweat of three generations, it's our only prayer.
Then came the bandits, the shadow on the horizon,
Then the bank papers, the mortgage, and the betrayal.
I put on my hat, I tightened my belt,
For my people, this is my last rodeo, my only mission.
Facing the guns, facing the laws they wrote for them,
I chose to die standing for this precious legacy.
So that my daughter could one day breathe the air here,
I saved Silver Creek, but my heart fell silent on the prairie.
The Sheriff said, "Surrender, we can't defy them." But when all you have left is your pride, you have to shoot.
I booby-trapped the trails, I watched the passage,
A cowgirl's horseshoe can do more than just carnage.
I chased the Banker, his quill trembling and his eyes hollow,
And I sent the outlaws back, one by one, to the heavens.
I put on my hat, I tightened my belt,
For my people, this is my last rodeo, my only mission.
Facing the guns, facing the laws they wrote for them,
I chose to die standing for this precious legacy.
So that my daughter can one day breathe the air of this place,
I saved Silver Creek, but my heart fell silent on the prairie.
I felt the cold rise, I saw the sky fade,
I wasn't afraid, because I knew what I was going to achieve.
My eyes closed on the grass and the setting sun,
And with my last breath, I whispered, trembling:
"This land is yours, my children, it will not leave. My blood is its new root, and that is my law."
...I put on my hat, I tightened my belt,
For my people, this is my last rodeo, my only mission...
...So that my daughter can one day breathe the air of this place...
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