The Desperado
As you look down the long road we call life, you feel like the desperado
Who only knows the highway run which makes it feel like
A lonely road, the lonely road that is mythical to the old time cowboys
Who where desperado’s
You wonder how to get past the loneliness you feel, that feels like it is driving
You home to a home that you barely even know, as you go along it seems like you
Are a prisoner just along for the ride given the occasional freedom during those
Short respites until you learn to listen to your heart which allows you to break
Free from the chains that you held so close for so long
As you walk away from those fallen chains to face the once lonely road, you realize
That all you had to do is let someone in through that desperado shell to find
Out what you have been missing
As you look down the long road we call life, you feel like the desperado
Who only knows the highway run which makes it feel like
A lonely road, the lonely road that is mythical to the old time cowboys
Who where desperado’s
You wonder how to get past the loneliness you feel, that feels like it is driving
You home to a home that you barely even know, as you go along it seems like you
Are a prisoner just along for the ride given the occasional freedom during those
Short respites until you learn to listen to your heart which allows you to break
Free from the chains that you held so close for so long
As you walk away from those fallen chains to face the once lonely road, you realize
That all you had to do is let someone in through that desperado shell to find
Out what you have been missing
1 comment:
Great description of "the road" we all travel.....
the adventure awaits us all
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