ALL THE WILD HORSES

All The Wild Horses

All the wild horses

Out on the range

Running in freedom

Where freedom's not strange.

All the wild horses

Their manes in the wind

Knowing not what's right or wrong

Or called sin.

All the wild horses

Through mountains and streams

Run in reality

Like we do in dreams.

All the wild horses

The black and the gray

The white and the brown

At the end of the day.

All the wild horses

Wherever they roam

Like us, all wild horses

Still need to come home.

©by Voo

April 30, 2011

9:49 p.m.