Sitting here watching the Oklahoma sunset,
I'm not a cowgirl and don't know where I'm going yet.
I'll wait for the stars until I get there,
With native blood and my wild hair.
Talking to the trees and running with wolves is a part of who I am,
Taking a closer walk with the creator upon this beautiful land.
In silent serenity I'll think of the moon's light,
Until I count the stars when I see its glow tonight
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