I lie under these western skies <br />I hide behind these hazel eyes <br /> <br />I ride a horse of a different breed <br />And my words you doth read <br /> <br />I breath a poets last breath <br />This heart cease to pound, under my breast <br /> <br />The willow gives a second wind <br />Another road gets another bend <br /> <br />A china shop another bull <br />A slave will find another mule <br /> <br />The wind will chill the bone <br />Until you find your way home <br /> <br />A path less taken will find you <br />A road home will carry you through<br /><br />William Mowell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/find-your-way-home/
