Wild Horses
They come from behind the rock
Together they run
Passing the dock
Like little children having fun
Freedom is their identity
Passions in their souls
Filled with liberty
To teach their fouls
They gallop fast
Floating from the ground
To their place they dash
Nothing holding them down
Horses are a mystery
They are hard to figure out
Like love and chemistry
For this I have no doubt
They are mighty as they can be
Wonderful creatures they are
All they want to be is free
And run out very far
They are my inspiration
They are part of my identity
This is God's formation
They are my serenity