The morning sun paints the fields in gold. A brand new story waiting to unfold. With the open sky as my faithful guide, I'll chase the dreams that the hills can't hide.
The echo of laughter from days gone by lingers soft like a lullaby. This quiet town holds a piece of me, but there's a world out there I'm meant to see.
Golden horizons call in my name. A promise of freedom, wild and untamed. With every step, I'll leave a trace of a country heart finding its place.
Music
The rustle of leaves in the autumn breeze sings a song of hope through the tallest trees. I've packed my past in my worn-out boots, carrying love like unshakable roots.
I'll miss the porch and the old swing chair, the way home felt like a heartfelt prayer. But the road ahead shines brighter still, with golden horizons beyond the hill.
Golden horizons.
They are only as disturbed as the zonkins.

A promise of freedom, wild and untamed. With every step, I'll leave a trace of a country heart finding its place.
Every mile is a lesson, every turn a new song.
The journey's where it begins, and it begins in place.
the heart grows strong i'll carry the whispers of my hometown light as i chase the gold at the edge
of the night golden horizons call in my name a promise of freedom wild and untamed with every
step i'll leave a trace of a country heart finding its place
and when the day comes to settle again i'll look back on the roads i've been
with golden horizons etched in my soul
i'll find my
home where the sunsets glow
you