A work in progress:
The things I've seen they plague my mind right now.
A beggar's sign can you spare a dime
The need in his eye to get himself off the ground.
I was born to run to see and feel
The dust in my eyes driving my truck down this highway
Through these small Texas towns, Lord I never felt so down
And all I can do is just hope to find my own way.
I want to feel one with the land of my father
The Texas plains, the feel of two leather boots on my feet.
To stand there and stare at a beauty so bare
As the land where my father was reared, on his street.
His house, it burned down one autumn day.
It was raised to the ground, nothing left but his mother.
And his father's will to build a new house, to kill
The fires that nearly tore them apart, like Cain to his brother.
The desert is unforgiving, the dust it irritates.
The lives of the people may be shattered like glass.
But to each other they looked, though their foundation had been shook.
And in one another they found hope, they'd need it fast.
So now here I stand, in my boots I am tall
I desire a life of solitude and bliss.
To tend to the land, I want my own brand.
To mark the cattle, like a kiss.
A simple life, the life of a rancher.
This appeals to me most, it appeals to my soul.
My love for this state, I've got too much on my plate.
The landscape makes me feel like a newborn foal.
Nobody puts it better than Steinbeck:
"Texas is a state of mind. Texas is an obsession. Above all, Texas is a nation in every sense of the word. And there's an opening convey of generalities. A Texan outside of Texas is a foreigner."
I truly do love my home.
Edit: Thanks god for blogspot's autosave feature. My browser crashed before I finished publishing this post and I was immediately devastated because I thought I had last what I had written.
