He lives for the dream,
To be the best anyone’s ever seen.
He holds his head high,
He has a gleam in his eye.
His face shows no emotion, no fears,
When throughout the arena his name he hears.
He’s ready in his heart and mind,
He knows in his gut the bull won’t be kind.
Still he’s committed inside,
Because he knows he was born, Born to Ride.
Submitted: March 12, 2001
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