They run wild,
With the wind they flow,
Almost fly into,
With hoofs beating,
In harmony,
Silence breaks into the sun,
Again they run,
Sunrise, sunset,
Protected in the end,
Why do they soar?
How do they feel?
I want to be free,
Just like the wild horses,
When danger faces,
Their cow eyes,
When the blizzards come,
They run,
Because they can outrun their fears,
Unlike us,
They can use their wings,
They can fly,
They can dream,
And they can reach for the sky,
Unlike them,
Our dreams are small,
We don’t want to be let down,
Unlike them,
We stay on the ground,
Watching the sky,
Praying to fly,
Again we dream for the end,
Again we don’t understand them,
Those wild, wild horses.
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