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There is a song that plays,
that he can't forget,
and when he closes his eyes,
he'll hear it forever yet.

There is a smell in his nostrils,
burned there by years of dirt,
and a tear of grit on his cheek,
placed by years of hurt.

There is an aching need in him,
tearing at his heart,
and he's not sure when these feelings,
ever began to start.

There is a flame on hold in his soul,
flickering but still bright,
and it burns warm within him,
long into the night.

There is a privilage that he is destine,
one thats written in the stars,
one given to only the cowboys,
of the purest hearts.

There is a champion born within him,
just a buckle ten rides away,
and the Champions Privilage that becons him,
will get him that title someday.

Jenn La Rose