Broken hearts and painted faces, lonely nights and strangers faces. Seems to be my destiny.
Life of a painted hero, deep inside the deeps of the life story few will ever see.
Today a small town hero the children’s faces erupt with joyful sound,
Tomorrow a broken warrior beaten and wounded alone again he lies down.
Many ask what drives him to risk it all for the fame,
Fame he says is nothing it’s truly the love of the game.
Tonight he’ll spend listing to the gentle roar of the highway he’s going down,
But it makes it all worth it for tomorrow he’ll turn another small upside down.
Popcorn, hot dogs, and greasy burger stands,
The smell of the arena the feel of the dirt between his hands.
He feel’s most alive when he’s actually so close to death,
He can’t wait for the next bull out to get so close that he can feel his breath.
He known’s he cant save em all, today may be someone’s final breath,
But it won’t be because this painted hero didn’t give his best.

Dewayne Morris