IT WAS THE FIRST HOPE AND THE ONLY LOVE I EVER KNEW
I stole away from that town beating the dust from my boots And saddle, the acrid taste of whiskey under my tongue. Alone I had traveled for endless, mindless years in my battle To cleanse myself of what they had done. Across the gray prairie I noted the scarcity of grass -- The yellow noonday sun... Sign in to see full entry.