This horse is mine.
My, She is mighty, and so very fine.
What feels only natural, this falling in line.
The shadows went way off course, as my calling sign.
Heaven's, no longer theirs to keep in the shady stable of grime.
To mount, to steer, to ride into the shining unknown, the light of design.
My, She is mighty, and so very fine.
What feels only natural, this falling in line.
The shadows went way off course, as my calling sign.
Heaven's, no longer theirs to keep in the shady stable of grime.
To mount, to steer, to ride into the shining unknown, the light of design.