It's a sad day in the meadow
for the white mare once again
As she watched the dark horse
gallop away to find new friends
Restless is the nature of this stallion
as he feels trapped and fenced in
His mind tells him to escape now
break free and satisfy his whelm
Roaming the hills and valleys
splitting the wind at breakneck speed
Running rampant is his restless soul
searching for wild females to breed
To the top of the mountain he climbs
looking back at the meadow below
Searching the range of view in distance
is the white mare grazing with her glow
Each time he escapes to freedom
and leaves the white mare alone
It's harder to accept the feeling of guilt
as he follows the familiar trail back home
He always returns to the green meadow
knowing he can refresh and get a new start
After running wild and expressing his freedom
his soul must rejoin with his heart
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