| A Girl Remembers Her Cowboy By Becky Morris |
| You were always a cowboy...even when we were small You wore Levi's, plaid shirts, and scuffed up boots Your bowlegged walk, in fifth grade was funny But in high school Honey, you were stunning I always wondered what the other sides of you held A deep dark secret you couldn't reveal The dust and the horses..the crowds and the cheers Would whisper soft words, only you could hear So you rode that night..just like all the others On the back of a creature you sat tall and proud And with your head humbly bowed You talked to the Father The whistle rang, the gate flew open And out you rushed...with your secret wide open Only God knew what you spoke that night But it must've been special, for he took you that time I'll always remember the days of your smile And you still haunt my dreams...with a beauty so wild In My loving memory of Paul Douglas Lamp Gone but not forgotten... |
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| Music Entitled: Brothers In Arms |
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