Galloping through the field there is nothing that can stop me now
With the midmorning sun glinting against my golden hide
I feel free
Moving through the wind with my mane flowing behind me
It feels as if traveling upriver against the grain
I feel free
I rear up to the sun that is sending down warmth and guidance
No real destination, no true reason for the ride
I am simply free
Jun 17, 2012
Jun 17, 2012 at 10:39 PM UTC
Galloping through the field there is nothing that can stop me now
With the midmorning sun glinting against my golden hide
I feel free
Moving through the wind with my mane flowing behind me
It feels as if traveling upriver against the grain
I feel free
I rear up to the sun that is sending down warmth and guidance
No real destination, no true reason for the ride
I am simply free
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