Rodeo
His eyes are cold and restless
His wounds have almost healed
And she'd give half of Texas
Just to change the way he feels
She knows his love's in Tulsa
And she knows he's gonna go
Well it ain't no woman flesh and blood
It's that damned old rodeo
He is almost healed and that's what worries her the most. He had been home with her for two months healing from a raid that he had been in. Luckily the good won, but that didn't mean that her husband didn't get any injuries from it. He was the one to kill half of the deatheaters, but he didn't go unmarred. He was almost done with the healing process and she could see that he was ready for the next raid and it scared the hell out of her.
Well it's bulls and blood
It's dust and mud
It's the roar of a Sunday crowd
It's the white in his knuckles
The gold in the buckle
He'll win the next go 'round
It's boots and chaps
It's cowboy hats
It's spurs and latigo
It's the ropes and the reins
And the joy and the pain
And they call the thing rodeo
She could tell that he was ready to go every time she asked him not to go, he always replied saying that he was doing this to protect her, but she knew better. He had been brought to fight and its all he knows. She can't help, but wonder what will happen to her silver haired knight when the war was over and there was nothing else to fight.
She does her best to hold him
When his love comes to call
But his need for it controls him
And her back's against the wall
And it's So long girl I'll see you
When it's time for him to go
You know the woman wants her cowboy
Like he wants his rodeo
They just owled him saying that he needed to be at station 49. She tried to change his mind for the millionth time, but it did her no good. She tried to hug him and tell him not to, but it did nothing. He said he had to there was just no way around it they needed him, but he needed them was the truth. All I want is for him to stay home away from the gore and blood of this and just stay with me. I need him if he dies I will too… slowly.
Well it's bulls and blood
It's dust and mud
It's the roar of a Sunday crowd
It's the white in his knuckles
The gold in the buckle
He'll win the next go 'round
It's boots and chaps
It's cowboy hats
It's spurs and latigo
It's the ropes and the reins
And the joy and the pain
And they call the thing rodeo
She could tell by the look in his eye that he was ready to kill again. How could she stop him? She loved him, but his obsession also scared her. She didn't understand what that did for him. How did killing help anything?
It'll drive a cowboy crazy
It'll drive the man insane
And he'll sell off everything he owns
Just to pay to play her game
And a broken home and some broken bones
Is all he'll have to show
For all the years that he spent chasin'
This dream they call rodeo
She knew that if things didn't get better soon that she could handle it and she would have to leave. She doubted that he would go after her because of this and that also scared her. Sometimes she wonders if he really does love her because of his obsession with the war.
Well it's bulls and blood
It's dust and mud
It's the roar of a Sunday crowd
It's the white in his knuckles
The gold in the buckle
He'll win the next go 'round
It's boots and chaps
It's cowboy hats
It's spurs and latigo
It's the ropes and the reins
And the joy and the pain
And they call the thing rodeo
It's the broncs and the blood
It's the steers and the mud
And they call the thing rodeo
She had threatened to leave before and tonight she just might do it.
A/N: Yeah not that great I tried. We'll see how the next one goes!