Cowgirl’s Quiet Horizon

Dust on my boots,

sunrise on the plain

I lay my anger down by the gate

Daddy taught me how to ride through thunder

Mama taught me when to let the reins fall

I have seen fence posts

split from fighting

I would rather mend than break them all

So I turn my mare toward the morning Where the creek runs

clear and kind

I will not trade my heart for a battle cry

I will not wear the hurt like pride

There is a braver road beneath this sky

I am a cowgirl choosing peace

A white flag tied to my saddle string

I can be strong

and still let go

Let the wild wind carry what I do not need

No more fire in the fields I love

I am a cowgirl choosing peace

There is dust where angry riders gathered

There are roses growing by the rail

I can hear the quiet after shouting Like a meadow after hail

If you come with hands held open I will meet you at

the line

Peace is not a ribbon for easy weather

It is a hand that stays unclenched

It is riding home through bitter silence

And leaving every grudge unfenced

I am a cowgirl choosing peace

A white flag tied to my saddle string

I can be strong and still let go

Let the wild wind carry what I do not need

No more fire

in the fields I love

I am a cowgirl choosing peace I am a cowgirl choosing peace

Dust on my boots,

peace in my name

I ride home gentle,

I ride home brave