Horse Ride To Oblivion - Copyright (C) 6/17/08 by Dan Sharpe.
Friday's promise died, with monday's dawn.
And all my weekend bliss was gone.
Though years ago, it seems like only yesterday,
I watched you go, too bad you wouldn't stay.
I prayed for you, a better day to dawn,
as I sighed, and tried, to carry on.
I hope someday, you'll get off the horse,
you're riding toward oblivion, and a hearse.