My Tommy

He’s a cowboy

Taking strides

To cleanse

And Bring Joy

Hard exterior

Is the image

Carrying fallen souls

Up the mountain

To their savior

Time tries to heal

His wounds

For deep inside

His heart

Cries not to feel

But tomorrow brings

This Bull

As we watch him

Move down his path

Beside angel wings

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