In the shadow of canyons, where the wild winds blow,
A cowboy drifts softly, where the sagebrush grows,
With a heart full of sorrow, and the dust on his boots,
He rides through the twilight, where the silence roots.
An outlaw's existence, on trails worn and deep,
Searching for solace, in the night’s heavy sweep.

The stars flicker faintly, like memories long past,
As he wanders through dreams, where shadows are cast.
North of heaven's whispers, where eagles dare not soar,
The sun burns relentless, on this desolate shore.
Each town holds a story, a fleeting embrace,
Yet he moves on in silence, with a ghost in his...