Treasure Island

Dorian Petersen Potter


Mustangs Are Born Free (Monchielle)


Let wild horses run free
In mountains let them be
Release them let them go
Stop killing these horses
They are so scared you know

Let wild horses run free
Don't divide mom from baby
Wild horses to be free
Let them run in mountain
Don't take freedom away

Let wild horses run free
Let's join voices help horses
Take them where they belong
They truly need our help
Selling these horses wrong

Let wild horses run free
Since small I love horses
I grew up watch them grow
Mustangs are beautiful
They're unique smart you know.






September 24,2009

Submitted: Saturday, November 28, 2009
Edited: Wednesday, November 07, 2012

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