A WILD HORSE

a wild horse is running
in a city street
his mane blowing in the wind
his body wet and tight
his eyes bright and determined


(Blowing In The Wind)

what is a mustang doing
running in the crowed city
did someone steal his freedom
locked him in a pen
did he break loose to run back
to were wild rivers run
through valleys and meadows
will he tire despair
will he get to his freedom
wild horses always get to their freedom
because when they run
they are already free
I know I am one of them
and I am running

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