Head West
Though it will be days through the countryside
Indians that hide
The fabric of Rawhide
The Heavens reigns we will abide
Attacking arrows shooting on target at our wagon in the air
The moment of silence having a caution of beware
Harsh terrain in all elements
Segments having no compliments
Indian tails throughout the wagon train trails
Sleepless nights and endless days
The thought of time and how it strays
Every given moment the feeling of warmth being the sun’s rays
Resting days becoming a moment stay
Uncertainty in every way
Determination being a push on
It’s a wonder how we all got along
Distance to the West ever so far
It will be the closer we get
What we left behind being no regret
Anguished and tormented
Determination still
Strength in the mind yet having a will
The West will be our everlasting Gravy Train
Our battles along the way have been insane
But through the Heaven’s Guide, the West being our sun dance
This was our only opportunity to advance
Wagon train, you did us well
We survived our ordeal and had a story to tell.