I have witnessed many having to say goodbye.
The ships begin to arrive at the dock.
The horns begin to toot, sounding off
To inform passengers that they are
To depart soon. With the anchors dropped,
Everyone prepares themselves for this journey.
Such a hefty wound, it carries in one’s heart.
Sometimes, words are unnecessary to communicate
The unseen messages and bond.
A wounded heart, lost at sea
Will surely be reunited with its other, someday.
As much as I hate to say it:
I’m leaving you once again.
Ride um
Ropes and rashes
Maybe he’ll jump
Watch out for the horn
This one’s got a hump
Buck, buck, buck
Cowboys going for it
Hang on, hang on
Eight seconds with luck
Tape and gauze
Bandaids and bandages
Alcohol and spit
Rub it in, we gotta get
The next big show
Is coming up
It’ll be better in a week
For your arm and seat
Another buckle
another show
Maybe make some money
On the next go
powerful and very moving.
powerful and very moving. well done