FREEDOM
I fly through the mountain valley chasing my own shadow
at five hundred miles an hour, on a knife edge
turn I fly around a rock outcrop, g-force crushing me down.
A feeling of being alive lasts forever as time stands still
in a microsecond, for I am on a wing and a prayer,
flying for freedom in a stolen fighter plane.
I have no guns or missiles to defend myself from the Alliance
who strive to catch me. With my agility and luck I may get through
to get home to see my girl and to live again
in what was once a dream for all those lonely years.
Turquoise stones and sun-bleached bones
Were strewn across the sand.
Through mid-day heat on blistered feet
The cowboy tried to stand.
They stole his horse without remorse
And then they took his boots.
They left him dry to bake and die
Without the six gun that he shoots.
He caught a glimmer of a shimmer
Of water in the distance.
He tried all day to make his way
But pain became resistance.
Without shade he began to fade
And the water was no nearer.
The fate he faced without a taste
Of water was much clearer.
Then a Navajo maid saw him splayed
On a rock outcrop ahead.
Filled with worry she began to hurry
For fear that he was dead.
The water she gave helped to save
The cowboy’s life that day.
From the start he gave his heart
And wished that she would stay.
Then morning came and wagon train
Appeared within his sight.
But the Navajo maid could not be repaid
For she had vanished in the night.
Should he stay or be on his way
He had to come to a decision.
Was she there to give him care
Or was she just a vision?
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