June 30, 2005
cowboys
I grew up on a farm amongst the fields and trees
we didn t have all those colourful kid toys
we ran like the wind and walked like the breeze
because we were rough and rugged little cowboys
we didn t have a park and a sparkling pool
we ran across the land and swam in the lake
we always knew nature was in the hands of fools
we aren t nuclear bombs we re earth quakes
now as I go from city to city in the world
I see the people are so out of place
I see that their souls are lonely and cold
because the concrete jungle lacks natures grace
the values in a world of money and time
leave no room for nature s rhythm and pace
see you don t even realize your endgame crime
nature is beckoning to your souls saving grace
I want to take you to a field at the farm
and see if I can kill your hostile aggression
shhh be quiet cause I mean you no harm
it s time we let nature have her concession
see she knows us in her fields and trees
she sees no need for our destructive war toys
she cries in the wind and whispers in the breeze
for help from this rough and rugged little cowboy
Author: Benjamin Rouse
Posted on June 30, 2005 10:02 PM