Walking Dusty Roads

. I walk dusty roads. With the sun on my back.

Boots full of miles. And a heart full of cracks. Every fence line

whispered where the wild wind blows. And I learned who I was on those dusty

roads. Dusty roads, they carried me. Through the hard times and the

memory. Every step, another story told. About a wandering soul and dusty

roads. Met a few angels in the heat of July.

Lost a few dreams underneath that wide sky. But I kept on moving where

the long trail goes. Because life don't wait on dusty roads.