The World Moves
The world moves, nothing stays still.
The music flows, to make life good.
Stories hold us together, to relate.
To understand the connection we have.
Sage smoke rises, spirit voices call.
Sunset tears fall, like colored raindrops.
Riders spur horses, slickers in the wind.
They wear the night, instead of hats.
This is the brave life, To call the shots.
Take the path that's yours, and own it.
It's the only chance, to find greatness.
With no one to blame, It is yours to live.
With a name that lasts, longer than stone.
And a love that lasts longer than the flesh.
2/26/21
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