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Aloft the wind
I ride the night sky
I see the world through a much different eye
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On the hill he stands powerful and wise, looking out over the plains with keen old eyes. Long has he roamed this land, many has he fought for this band.
He has led them to food and water, watched over them as they slept, warned them of danger and defended them from death.
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Your hands reach out to touch me in the darkness where we lay
I remember old familiar feelings that have been locked away
Your hands strong yet gentle, quick yet slow
Heats my desire to a warm fiery glow
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In the rush of our passion
I want to say the words you long to hear
To say the words that I fear
But I am frozen
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Wild Horse
Aloft the wind
I ride the night sky
I see the world through a much different eye
Power, beauty
Strength and grace
I feel the spirits of ancestral space
Pride of herd
Sisters and brothers
I live ever watchful standing by others
A kaleidoscope of colors
No two ever the same
The short, the tall, the long of mane
I know the chance
I know the fear
I live on the edge for death crouches near
On my back I carry a load
Through storm and calm
Ever vigilant and bold
I have died in battle
Killed by man
Hunted by predator as I roamed the land
No more room
Not enough grazing
Captured, shot, sold by pound on bills of lading
Yet I survive
Sometimes an insurmountable course
I am feral, I am Mustang, I am Wild Horse
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