What was it like many generations ago exploring a new frontier,
Starting a life where everything was so uncertain and dangerous.
Indians and bandits roaming the land trying to everyday survive,
The Indians living off the land, bandits taking all they can.
Building towns where a man or family can start a business for themselves,
Settling outside this town you choose to live and start a family of love.
You’ll have to rough it for a while longer as you have for so long now,
Waking to the morning light, at times cold as a hot cup of coffee will do.
Working hard from sunup till sundown with a dream in your heart,
A cabin with a fireplace, rooms built for comfort, a roof over your head.
The old west was more than a saloon with gambling, drinking, and gunfights,
It was about survival, discovery of new places, and things accomplished back in a time.
Hardship and disease, many died, gave their lives for a better life, triumph and sorrow,
These people from the past paved the way for dreams and success here in our today.
The pioneers had more struggles than can be imagined but also had to be tough and strong,
The old west is no longer alive but they did leave their mark, a path across the wilderness.
They survive and live in those today who overcome and succeed, worked through their pain,
The western world has changed but the blood and souls from the past are buried, their spirits
Maybe among us in ways as they are also surely gone off beyond this world where peace is theirs.