IRON WILL by Tom Jensen
My senses are sharp as a tack
For so long the five points on my star
Were so very dull
I gathered my horse and my wagon
And I got back on track
Freed myself from that living hell
Every hoof print and footstep
Leads me farther away
After the mountains I climbed and survived
From here it’s all down hill all the way
Passing abandoned ghost towns
Full of crumbling decay
When your only defense
Is an iron will
You cannot listen to what others say
Following the stars on my horse
My mind set on the miles ahead
Setting my own course
Because I’m so sick of being led
Heading north, heading north
Yes, that’s what I said
I traded my pistol for some blankets
Which I’ll need to keep me warm
Given up my shot glass for a poncho
That will protect me from the storm
I’ve sold my past to buy some time
Until I find some piece of mind
My ladder has become a parachute
For I no longer have to climb