Chasing the Warm Sunset

Saddled up at daylight. Dust on my old boots. No map in

my pocket. Just a sky for truth. Horse knows the rhythm of the

open plain. Every mile behind me feels like shedding chains. Wind sings freedom

through the barbed wire fence. I ride with nothing and it all makes sense.

I'm chasing the warm sunset. Wherever it falls. No destination written on the stars

at all. When the road gets heavy and the nights get long.

I hear the Lord whisper, "Child, ride on strong." Storm clouds found

me south of a broken-down town. Lost a shoe, lost sleep,