The Ride

Riding Through Dust: A Tale of Solitude and Resilience
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You see me riding, down the lone prairie

You observe me riding through the vast prairie alone.

You see me me hiding, that's alright by me

You notice me concealing myself, and I'm fine with that.


Dust in my eyes

I have dust in my eyes.

Dust everywhere

Dust is present all around.

Looking at blue skies

I gaze at the blue skies.

Are you still there?

I inquire if you are still present.


I got my boots on, I got my shirt

I'm fully prepared with my boots and shirt.

My hat is long gone, it fell in the dirt

My hat is lost in the dirt.


Dust in my eyes

There's dust in my eyes again.

Dust everywhere

Dust surrounds me.

It makes me cry

The dust makes me emotional, bringing tears.

I need you here

I long for your presence to comfort me.


My horse is tired, the ride is too long

My horse is weary, and the journey is prolonged.

Still he is inspired, because of this song

Yet, the horse finds inspiration in this song.


Dust in my eyes

Dust continues to affect my vision.

Dust everywhere

Dust is pervasive.

You see me try

You witness my efforts despite the challenges.

The sky is clear

The sky is clear, indicating hope.


My bottle is dry now, I drank it all

My bottle is empty; I've consumed all the contents.

Still I wonder how, I will survive this fall

I ponder how I'll endure this difficult situation.


Dust in my eyes

Dust continues to be a hindrance.

Dust everywhere

Dust is omnipresent.

Oh, how time flies

Time passes quickly, instilling fear in me.

It makes me scared

This rapid passage of time worries me.


Dust in my eyes

Dust interferes with my vision once again.

Dust everywhere

Dust is all around me.

Looking at blue skies

I look at the blue skies, acknowledging your presence.

I know you're there

I'm aware that you are there, providing reassurance.


You are there

You are present.

You are there

You are still there.

You are there

You continue to be present.

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