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