I want to
be a cowboy,
To ride my horse on the open
range.
I want to return to Grampa's
time,
When life was not so strange.
I want to be in the open
space,
Where the air is so clean.
Not
having to play behind locked doors,
Because
some people are so mean.
I'm just a
little boy who wants
To run and play while my
spirit soars.
However, I live in these
troubled times,
It's not safe to walk to the
store.
My Dad tells me riding his
bike
Everyday was so very cool.
But I
can't because my Mom
Has to walk with me to
school.
Tonight as I lay me down to
sleep,
To you Dear God I will pray,
I want
to be a cowboy,
Take me back to the good old
days!
Copyright@
2002 M. Doris
Fuller
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