When every thought makes you cringe then you will understand When every rock is a body then you will understand When every hand is a nightmare then you will understand When every touch makes you cower then will you understand Do not dare tell me we are the same *until you truly understand
David Farrier shoes horses for a living Found himself in a life worth giving His whole life to see them from the gate And finish in life still believing that this race is not just worth trying But a pursuit of passing on the baton of Faith! He may pound it and nail it hard but David just won't let you run with your hooves dusted Oh how he used to shoe us eight times but be filled with the greatest gratitude as he was healed and learned that our hooves are two-divided
Oh I think I need a pat on the back My hair doesn't feel like feeling the wind against it Oh that doesn't even rhyme
But a few knows the songs of David as he was born in Rock Bottom He circled the town eight times and washed his hands as he allows himself very often Born with a so-called 'natural blindfold disease' he found himself a Savior clothed in the purest of fleece He asked David to hang for a while and His hand shaked with eternal availability While His friendship promised milk, cookies and eternal security
Oh I might need a pat on the back The open gates of change welcomed by a gunshot noise usually freaks me out Oh can someone get me a rhyme book?
