The lonely cowboy sits above the plain
While longing love awaits and begs him come.
He’s spent a life of solitude and pain,
And yet he stays, too much a risk at home.

A life, a love, passes him, years go by,
But home, his loneliness would grow anew.
He knows there be fine things, feelings to try,
But safety in the known is his just due.

Oh Cowboy, please come down, your love awaits
Your long, lost presence; unchain your heart.
The hardest part is opening those gates
To find peace before it’s too late to start.

The winter’s over, spring is on the rise.
Give love the chance to bloom before your eyes.