in the forests of antiquity
the cowboy angel rides
a parchment in his pocket sealed
Flowers for his bride
his every dreams was roll n chance
the ferris wheel it spun
the four and twenty drummer boys
a beating on their drums
each blade of grass was sanctified
each daisy on a chain
the sky was overcast the night
she had him in her reins
the chariot rode across the sky
was for heaven bound
six thousand Christian soldiers boys
from the good side of the town
his heart was stricken by her flames
her breasts n thighs of trust
his offering
a crust of bread
a promised made in lust
a passioned plea of honesty
crumbled from his lips
her wheels were fast
her reins were taught
her mind was on a drift
so fancy free he rode that night
led by her whip of steel
her beauty was beholding then
her valor and her will
though thunder roared and lightning flashed
for all to plainly see
her vision was his destiny
she had him on his knees
the chains of hope were shackled free
as she rode his simple prayers
transported to a mind of one
she took him up her stairs
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