10 June 2012
The way you canter, Across Spanish land. So gracefully strong, Standing proud and grand.
Your mane in the wind, Your tail behind. Not trapped by these fences, Owned by mankind.
How I do like to ride you, But you should be free. Given a life filled with joy and free liberty.
And now the horizon becomes your goal, I cannot stop you, My precious, free foal.
I remember the night, You laid in the hay You were oh-so special, It was clear as day.
You needed a name, Something clear and bright, That's when you became liberty, That cold, breezy night.
I'd always known you were meant to be free, My sweet precious foal, I'd named liberty.
Then came the day, Not meant to be the end. I let out my tears, I couldn't pretend.
I knew you were gone, Always born to be free, My gorgeous big mare, I'd named liberty.
Wild Horses • Opuss № I