HERE YOU SIT IN THIS WORKSHOP WAITING TO BE CARVED BY THE WOODSMEN. ALL YOU ARE IS A BLOCK OF WOOD WITH A HOLLOW HEART. EVERYTHING IS MOVING AROUND YOU AND YOU JUST CAN NOT REACH OUT AND FEEL THE WORLD. "OH! HOW IT WOULD FEEL TO GO ON AN ADVENTURE AND TO SEE THE REST OF THIS WORKSHOP." TIME BEGINS TO PASS AND YOU YOU START TO TAKE FORM. YOU NOW HAVE ARMS AND LEGS AND YOU ARE NO LONGER COLD AT NIGHT. NOW YOU FEEL MUCH BETTER THAN YOU DID BEFORE. TRYING TO MOVE OUT OF THIS DARK CORNER, YOU GLANCE UP TO SEE MANY STRINGS RUNNING FROM ALL PARTS OF YOUR WOODEN BODY TO THE TOP OF NOWHERE. ONLY THE PUPPET MASTER CONTROLS YOUR EACH AND EVERY MOVE THAT YOU MAKE. SOMEONE IS CONTROLLING YOU AND YOU JUST DON'T SEE IT. PEOPLE DO NOT THINK ABOUT THIS BECAUSE SOMEONE IS CONTROLLING THERE EVERYDAY MOVES, JUST LIKE THE WOODEN PUPPET IN THE WORKSHOP. IN THE END YOU ARE IN TOTAL CONTROL OF YOURSELF. YOU MAKE YOUR OWN MOVES AND YOUR OWN DECISIONS.
THE DREAM RIDER RIDES, "RIDE ON". AS I RIDE ,I SIT AND THINK OF THE NIGHTS THAT I CRIED. WITH EVERY PICTURE OF YOU ON MY MIND. I CAN SEE A GODDESS. YOU WILL ALWAYS BE IN MY HEART, IF I LIVE OR IF I DIE. THE DREAM RIDER RIDES AND RIDES.
SITTING AT THIS TABLE WITH THE DEVIL, SANTIN HIMSELF. HE LOOKS ME RIGHT IN THE EYES AND TELL ME TO " DRAW A CARD" ONE BY ONE WE EACH PICK OFF OF THE DECK, NEVER KNOWING WHO WILL GET THE LAST CARD. WE ALL START OUT WITH A FULL DECK OF CARDS. EACH CARD THAT WE PICK IS LAID FACE DOWN, WHICH REPRESENTS RELATIONSHIPS. PLAYING BECAUSE WE MUST. THIS IS ALL A PART OF LIFE. NEVER KNOWING WHICH CARD WILL BE PICKED NEXT. MY DECK IS EMPTY BECAUSE OF THE PAIN WHICH IS INSIDE. A PAIN THAT WON'T GO AWAY AND A PAIN THAT WON'T EVER END. ALWAYS HOLDING THIS PAIN IN. ONLY THE DEVIL CAN TAKE THIS PAIN AWAYFROM ME. THIS GAME MUST GO ON. HOW MANY CARDS ARE IN YOUR DECK!?
HERE I SIT IN THIS JAIL CELL, WONDERING WHY I AM HERE? LOOKING AT MY HANDS AND FEET. ALL THAT I CAN SEE IS A CHAIN FROM THE WALL TO MY WRIST. I NOTICED A SMELL IN THE AIR. LOOKING AT THE GREEN MOLD ON THESE PIPES, NOW KNOWING IT IS GOING TO BE A LONG TIME UNTIL I COME HOME. I MUST REMAIN HERE WONDERING IF I AM GOING TO LIVE OR DIE IN THIS HELL HOLE. SOMETIMES I LOOK UP INTO THE SKY TO ASK THE DEAR LORD "TO BREAK THESE CHAINS". NOTHING HAPPENS OR THERE IS NO ANSWER FROM ABOVE. I KNOW THERE IS NOTHING AND NO ONE THAT COULD HELP ME FROM THE OUTSIDE. HEARING THE VOICES AND SCREAMING FROM ALL AROUND ME, FROM SOMEONE JUST KILLED BY A PEN. THE STENCH OF BLOOD IS IN THE AIR. THINKING BACK TO THE DAYS WHEN I SHOULD OF NEVER KILLED THAT OLD MAN FOR SOME FOOD, THAT I WANTED SO BAD. CAN I BREAK THESE CHAINS? FROM THE LOOK OF MY HANDS, I JUST WANT TO CRY AND SAY GOOD-BYE.
KANSAS IS AN OPEN LAND OF NOTHING AND NO ONE. HERE I AM ON MY HORSE THINKING OF YOU. YOUR WAITING AND WAITING FOR ME. LISTENING TO THE WIND I CAN HEAR YOUR VOICE CALLING MY NAME. AS I RIDE INTO THE SUNSET, MY SHADOW FADES AWAY. YOU WILL NEVER KNOW THE TRUTH BECAUSE THIS WAS ONLY A DREAM. I AM THE WILD COWBOY YOU CAUGHT ON A STRING.
