Rolling meadows and green hills
The water receding before me
A curtain blowing in the wind
The rain washed winding road of tranquility
Cleansing the ghostly plains
As the hurt of the estranged carpet
Rises to receive a kiss from the clouds
A canvas living to please an artist
Long may a flat lonely field lay
With a star spangled colored sky
Standing proudly over memories
Of sacrifice and painful cry
The past lies in state
With stories of the old west
Granting passage to expectation
As memory remains at rest
If you can possibly know
Of my love for you
Can you become what I felt today
Can you become a serene view?
For what was always there
Asked nothing of the reflection in my eye
Yet gave everything
And waved as my life drove by