| Two Loves, One Heart |
| Sitting here waiting on the plane Thinking of how many people call me insane For riding bulls and trusting love For giving my all and following God above I've wandered through every nook and craney Everyone looking, pointing, and saying, "There he goes again Mommy" I take some time to visit with strangers All full of questions of the bulls and the dangers I tell them of a life of travel and kinship Of longing and dreaming of a championship The kids listen, eyes all aglow The grown ups wonder if it's all just a show They ask of family, love and friends Of injuries, pain, and how long till it ends I speak of broke ribs, wrists, and legs And of how "just one more ride" my old heart begs I fall into a trance as I talk of my kids And the life they've given me, and put up with how I live I'm questioned of where my heart does stay I answer, "To the rodeo and the western way" With a raise of an eyebrow and a question in their eyes I know what to say and answer with a sigh "You see...my heart's in the city, a strange place indeed But it'll all work out someday, just wait and see" Flights delayed another half hour Lord grant me the strength, sanity, and power To stay happy and cordial and true For one more plane and "this" trip is through I can drift off to dream of my two true loves The dirt, the rosin, the bulls, the glove The smile, the touch, the laugh so real Her tender heartbeat I still can feel So without a choice, I'll sit here and ponder Of how long my heart will be held and kept from wander Plane pulls in, people get off, I wait to get on Only been a few hours, seems so very very long I'll return to my loves as soon as I can For I'm a Two Love, One Hearted, Bullriding, Rodeo man Darrin L. Broyhill |
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| Music Entitled: I Can Still Make Cheyanne |
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