The Wind runs freely over the open plains
Oh little one, how they call you insane.
How you run and play, racing with the wind
No, nothing can keep you pinned.
Look how you grow through the ages
No one can put you in cages.
You, the wild mustang whose name is Cloud
Reigining over a vast kingdom, you must be proud.
Beauty that cannot be captured
An undying love that can't be fractured.
Cloud, the wild Pryor Mustang that no one can claim
That no one can tame.
Named for the color of the clouds
Your coat shines so loud.
Your a stallion, so strong
Out in the grasslands where you belong.
Stay free and wild.