renegade

There sits a single bull,
in a rodeo pen down the road,
and he threatens all I have,
and all that I have to hold.

There lays a single cowboy,
beside me as we sleep,
and in his dreams he rides,
and spurs with every heart beat.

There is an angel in heaven,
a fallen cowboy's wings,
that watches over the bull,
and the cowboy as he dreams.

There's a single heart,
to scared to let go,
unsure of all that could happen,
but unable to say no.

My life sits astride,
a single big black bull,
and behind him on the chute gates,
a hero gives his rope a pull.

My world lies in wait,
until his boots are safe on the ground,
and for the next time they crack the gates,
and him and Renegade have another show down.

-Jenn La Rose

"The bull took something from him,
and now it has taken something from
me. Hate nope, respect yea...waitin
on it all to end." Jenn LaRose

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