Whispers In The Wind

Wanderin' roads under endless sky,
Chasin' shadows of a promised land,
Hands calloused from the dirt we plow,
Hearts holdin' tight to a fragile plan.
A fragile plan.

But whispers in the wind remind us true,
Not every seed we sow will bloom,
The world's a wheel that turns on you,
Leavin' echoes in the quiet room.
In the quiet room.

Oh, we'll have that field of green someday,
Horses runnin', river flowin' free,
No more bosses, no more chains to weigh,
Just you and me, wild and finally free.
Finally free.

Factory lights and bunkhouse lies,
Faces hollow, dreams deferred and worn,
Laughter cracks like thunder in the night,
Bonds that break before morning is born.
Morning is born.

Oh, we'll plow that earth till it gives its grace,
Horses dancin' in the golden light,
No more runnin' from the empty chase,
Just you and me, holdin' on through the fight.
Through the fight.

When the storm comes crashin' wild and blind,
Choices carved in the river's bend,
A gentle hand to end the grind,
Mercy found where the broken mend.
Where the broken mend.

Oh, the green will fade like morning mist,
Horses run wild in the stories we tell,
No more burdens, no more time missed,
Just you and me, in a silent farewell.

In a silent farewell.

Farewell.

©2025 Hugh Mungus