My horse is like a hollow
Digging the ground
With heavy sounds
My horse is like a spoon
Carving the air
While breathing out
My horse is weeping
When it can't prance
It would like to embrace
Clouds in a final dance

I hear its steps
My wait is not vain
It will bounce
Out of my heart
Hence I quit the desert
Black pride and fierce look
It knows perfectly how you took
Advantage of me - one step, one step.
Then a gallop.

Close your eyes my black proud horse
Hold tight the smell of burning grounds
Run fast to keep the firelight going strong
Make your steps take the words further
To hearts whose silence needs no longer
To be.


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