The wind felt so good,
Against my silky coat,
My mane flickered in the wind,
The rope dangled across my throat,
I thought that torture would never end,
But I took my chance of freedom,
..and here I am,
I waited for years,
To see my herd again,
I hope they still remember me,
Its been long since I seen them,
As I raced across the meadow.
Not once looking back,
I cantered through the knee-high grass,
Then everything went black,
It seemed I fell so slowly,
I was awake but couldnt see,
I tried to move but couldnt,
A sharp pain stinging in my knee,
Soon I could hear voices,
They just couldnt leave me be,
I passed out later on the truck,
And when I woke.. I wasnt free,
But back where I started,
Crammed in that stable,
I was broken hearted,
And now I know,
It was never meant to be,
I wasnt born a horse,
That could just run free..
