Over in the meadow,
horse with an attitude
dances in the crisp light,
tossing her mane
with a snort and a stomp,
out for a brisk romp.
I, in my room here,
watch from afar
yet my spirit swells,
Mustang heart.
Over in the meadow,
horse with an attitude
dances in the crisp light,
tossing her mane
with a snort and a stomp,
out for a brisk romp.
I, in my room here,
watch from afar
yet my spirit swells,
Mustang heart.