Everyday I walk.
Past the house of tarn,
Past the wild pastures.

Hooves of dignified beats trample,
Past me.
They snort, kick and rear.
Free from mans grip this year.

Their masters leave them to their beauty,
Their grazing.

I always say to myself.
"One day, I will ride again."

One day I will ride again.
To be or not to be free.
From the world of agony.

The horses are in my heart forever.
May the cowpoke live on in me.
Thy precious rider.
Will find her beast.