Flashing through the fields

In Mane, the wind

Is flowing through my hair

Begins

Sun Dancing on my face

And then

returns

To my young days

And when

The joy would fill my heart

From colt to Stallion now grown

beneath the trees

Then not alone

To run, to dance

On natures ground

to see the beauty

hear the sound reflected in you

My Mare.

And Broken with a whip and chain

And tied to cart

This

All around

To scratch for fodder from the ground

To see the city line abound

and blocking

What I used to see

My Home.

So time will pass

And I will drudge

and take the days from dawn to dusk

Remember youth, remember love

I fear.

The daze that seek me out and come,

Glue factory and the silent gun

To know the truth

The past and gone

Is here.

Just Hoarse within a broken shed

Still seeking life

Though years are spent

Run one last time before they come its clear

I was no Racehorse.