Bronco

In old americana fashion

The wind blows as it always has, never taking a turn to pick me up

No manpower to embrace, no ammunition to defend whatever is left to protect

The only fuel a hunger so deep and consuming there is nothing left for you to take

To take from me

To take with you

To the place where the winds stop blowing

And the smoke keeps showing

And you’ll tell them about your true blue

Trust me though, the mine was never you.

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